Besides the obvious “my loved ones dying”, which is everyone’s biggest fear.
A lot of my fears started when I was a kid, from movies or books, and not even the things you’d think would scare a kid. Vampires, werewolves, ghosts and Freddy Kruger were scary, but nothing struck fear in my heart like things that actually exist.
Bears are very cool animals, but dare I call them nature’s perfect killing machines? For some reason the idea of tigers and even sharks don’t affect me as much as the thought of being run down and mauled by a grizzly. Once one sees you and decides you’re its next meal, there’s no escaping it unless you have a weapon strong enough to take down this furry tank with fangs.
Did I mention you can’t escape them? They can run like a horse, swim and climb trees. The only thing they can’t do is fly. If they could, everything and everyone would be completely screwed. Ever since I read a book about bears when I was a kid, one of my darkest nightmares was coming face to face with a grizzly bear in the woods.
I get unreasonably nervous when stopped at a railroad crossing for a train to pass, especially if we’re the first car with only a flimsy gate between my car and a hurtling, 200 ton missile. Sometimes those gates don’t even work, and you could come around a curve blocked by some trees and not see the train coming that’s about to hit you. I know because this happened to me once.
I’m pretty sure the main root of this fear was from when I was a kid and watched “Fried Green Tomatoes”. Spoiler alert: Someone gets hit by a train.
Watching “Twister” when you’re 10 years old can be nightmare fuel, or at least it was for me for a very long time. I’ve never actually witnessed one myself in real life, but I’ve had numerous nightmares about them with different scenarios about how I can’t find shelter.
There was one time — in the real world while I was awake — where I was at the park playing with my friends and I had the weird, random feeling that I should go home. The sky was just kind of cloudy, with those skinny stringy clouds that go across the sky, but the sky wasn’t dark and didn’t look like a storm was coming at all. Minutes after I walked through the door, hell broke loose outside and the trees all bent sideways in the wind. It really looked like a tornado was happening. We ran to the basement and it went away as fast as it showed up. It turned out there was a funnel cloud in the sky that day, but it never touched down.
They can happen suddenly within seconds, get winds up to 300 mph, rip the skin off of a cow and put straw through a telephone pole. Nightmare fuel.
I’ve only been to the ocean once, and I wasn’t a big fan. The thought of being dragged out to sea, or being stranded out at sea is scary because it’s just. so. big. There are also big waves and scary things that live in it that can sneak up on you and drag you down where you will drown and get eaten. Actually I’m not the biggest fan of swimming in general. If I go to the beach or a pool, I usually don’t go under water, get in just long enough to get cooled off, and spend the rest of the time lounging in the sun.
If I could breathe underwater, it would be a totally different story. I don’t like the thought of not being able to breathe. That’s also why getting buried alive is one of those really scary things, although a lot less probable than getting hit by a train or caught in a tornado. At least, I hope.