Deep, Dark Fears
#1
Ah, the things you find while you're cruising the Creepypasta section of the Know Your Meme site. I wish I knew who came up with these....

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So...what haunting little fears keep you up at night? :s

(Oh, yeah. It's Fran Krause. Disregard that question.)
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#2
Nothing like this keeps me at night. I do have an illogical fear; when people wave around pencils I am always afraid they will stab me in the eye, it does have to be relatively close to my face. Actually, it happens even if I am holding the pencil. Pens do not bother me.
Tempus' orders to all combatants:
1. Be fearless. 2. Never turn away from a fight. 3. Obey the rules of war.
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#3
Understandable. Those pencils can be wickedly sharp.

I kinda-sorta have this one, but instead of trash blowing into my car, it's a swarm of angry wasps. And when they start stinging me and/or I try to get them out of my car, that's when I crash.
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Tirah Het-Nanu, courtesan
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#4
I AM FEAR
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#5
My deep dark fears were wids posting something like this and sage responding. :P
Caramiriel:Retired
Garbage:Retired
Rimeth: Merchant of Bezantur
Marister (dead) -Ranger -Robin Hood of Thay (death marked for pissing off a Daeron.)
Vil'a'w'en Mel'for'm - Blighter of Moander
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#6
In late childhood I once had a great fear, the fear of deep open ocean water. I feared that given my inferior mobility and physical awareness in water, some hidden creature would devour me from unseen depths.

Being incredibly mad and awesome as the boogieman that I am today, in my late teens I decided that I would do away with this BS the same way I did away with religion in my life..... Through direct confrontation.

When my father invited me to go deep sea fishing off the coast of Texas, I took him up on the offer, but only on one condition: that he would allow me to jump into the water and swim out 50-100 meters from the boat. He agreed, and so I did.

Being roughly 12,000 feet deep, the depth of the Gulf of Mexico reaches about 200 or so miles off the coast of southeast Texas. I had a fear of any depth to where I could not see the bottom, for fear of being ambushed by organisms with superior aquatic adaptations.

Once we reached the fishing spot a few hundred kilometers out from land, I looked into the water, reminded myself that I scare people and animals and not the other way around, and jumped in. The first thing I did was open my eyes in the salinated water and look straight down. The pain of salt in my eyes was quickly overcome by the increasing fear that invoked a shaking in my entire body beginning at the extremities and eventually enveloping abdominal and back muscles. I swam out a few meters and came up for air. I looked around and spotted the only object on the horizon in any direction, the boat. I then swam away from the boat until it was roughly a quarter of its original size. I plunged my head into the water again and looked down, promptly filling my head with fears of leviathans of seemingly limitless size that could emerge from the depths and devour my limbs, leaving me to bleed to death or drown (whichever came first), or simply eat me whole.

After a few minutes of shaking in the water as if I were freezing to death, I decided to let most of the air out of my lungs and descend about 3 meters down. There I waited for what felt like an eternity for something to happen. My mind raced with fear driven scenarios while I shut my eyes. I repeated this process (because I need air) over and over, countless times, until my body became adjusted.

In the end, nothing happened, the shaking eventually subsided. I enjoyed about half an hour of stalking around underwater a few meters under the surface before returning to the boat, at which point I climbed out to greet my father who led me to a chair where I sat with a giant hat and napped with a fishing pole between my legs.


Fears are meant to be conquered
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Caramiriel:Retired
Garbage:Retired
Rimeth: Merchant of Bezantur
Marister (dead) -Ranger -Robin Hood of Thay (death marked for pissing off a Daeron.)
Vil'a'w'en Mel'for'm - Blighter of Moander
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#8
Cool. I'll tell that to the next wasp who flies into my car while I'm flying at 75 MPH down the interstate. :P
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#9
The Dune quote regarding fear is better.
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(05-13-2015, 01:54 AM)LifeLikeSage Wrote: The Dune quote regarding fear is better.

Frank Hubert Wrote:“I must not fear. Fear is the mind-killer. Fear is the little-death that brings total obliteration. I will face my fear. I will permit it to pass over me and through me. And when it has gone past I will turn the inner eye to see its path. Where the fear has gone there will be nothing. Only I will remain.”

― Frank Herbert, Dune
Caramiriel:Retired
Garbage:Retired
Rimeth: Merchant of Bezantur
Marister (dead) -Ranger -Robin Hood of Thay (death marked for pissing off a Daeron.)
Vil'a'w'en Mel'for'm - Blighter of Moander
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