So the story goes that I was like 10 or so...no older than 12, I don't really remember...It was midnight and I was home alone...At this time, an escaped convict, wanted for murder, was rumored to be in my area. All of that I would have been fine with, but I was watching Scream 1. That movie wouldn't have scared me either. But being home alone, watching a scary movie, being 10 years old, and having an escaped convict rumored in my area all at once....I was a little freaked. Also, my mother had this stupid ass wind sock thing hangin outside our front window. It wasn't really windy, but every now and then a slight breeze would make it move, and I would notice the movement, and think "Oh shit, who the fuck is that?!?"
That was probably the scariest moment of my life.
And as far as what scares me now..um, I don't know...nothing really specific...Like, if I was held at knife point by a crazed lunatic who wasn't afraid to cut me up, I might be a little freaked out. But I'm not afraid of something specific like the dark or anything like that.
EXCEPT, centipedes and millipedes...those things give me the creeps. Anything with that many legs, can't be trusted.
