Jinn

Scared of the dark? Check.
Scary looking? Check.
Aversion for mirrors in general? Check.
Fear of shit hiding behind curtains? Check.

Yea, dark bathrooms scare the everliving bijeezus outta me. Even reading this thread gave me chills. Still have 'em, matter-of-fact.

Try taking a shower in the dark. With your eyes closed. It's intense

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biznatch

Aw man, those curtains!...When I was a kid living in Ohio, my basement a was a big grayish yellow room..
When you walked down the wooden steps, and looked to the left, close to the wall you'd see a curtain strectching across the whole width of the room. And I remember, behind the plastic dirty yellow curtain were some home appliances (big freezer, washing machine, etc.)..they buzzed a low, irregular hum. Extremely creepy.
I remember being locked in there once as a prank by my older sister and being terrified, because she had truned off the lights... I couldn't move, but the humming sound seemed to get louder and louder, and closer.
That fucking curtain.
Now it's fine though. I dont have many fears, in the dark.

raeanna74

The shower curtain has never bothered me. It never even occured to me to feel anxious about what is behind it. As for the mirror - yet that does bother me. I have only one small mirror in my bedroom and that has only bee recently. For the past few years I've not had a mirror in my bedroom at all.

What DOES freak me about the bathroom at TIMES is a fear of the toilet. I had recurring dreams when I was younger that I would try to get up in the night and that the floor would be covered with toilets that I had to walk along the rims to get to the bathroom but all these toilets were alive. The only one that wasn't was the one that was supposed to be in the bathroom. The toilets on the way were trying to eat me all along the way so I had to jump and run to avoid getting my ankles caught in their bowls and sucked down while the bowl chewed on my legs. Horrifying. So there are times when dreamworld hasn't completely separated from reality and I'll be sitting in the bathroom and the memory of those dreams will come back. At those times I can't get off the toilet fast enough. EEK.

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Redjake

oh man. The "bloody mary" story went around my daycare center when I was in 2nd or 3rd grade. it found its way to school as well. the story was to turn the lights off in the bathroom, stare in the mirror, and say "I believe in Bloody Mary" 3 times in a row, and she would appear. I still don't have enough balls to do it. Maybe if someone was next to me. Simply because I know my imagination would probably end up distorting my face a little and I would freak out.

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LoganSnake

Wow, that's me to a T. When washing my face, I try to wash out the soap as fast as possible to have my eyes open. I'm extremely paranoid that somebody will be reflected in the mirror behind me when I open them. Going to the bathroom at night to get a drink of water (not from a toilet, sickos), I don't turn on the light and I have my eyes closed so that I don't see myself in the mirror.

A couple of months ago, I went on one of my usual "fill-a-water-bottle-with-tap-water-in-the-bathroom" trips and had my eyes open while filling it up. I felt something stuck in my teeth (weird since I brushed not too long before) and opened my mouth in front of the mirror to see what it was (smart, right?). I spilled my water all over the bathroom floor and my heart was racing for good 10 minutes after I saw my face with a gaping black hole in the middle of it.

I got goosebumps now. I also check the curtain everytime it's closed and have to have it open.

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Ch'i

I think its the movies fault. We probably would never have even considered stuff hiding and waiting to kill us if we never saw it on TV or movies.
I get freaked out sometimes too. Its that damn imagination. It starts going off on these freaky tangents and doesn't quit. I can just be sitting in my room reading, and I'll think I hear someone comming down the hall, which then leads my imagination to project all of these possibilities of what it might be. When I was little I tried counter imagining; I would imagine something else beating on whatever I was worried about. If I thought there was a demon, or some guy, leaning over me in my bed I would imagine another creature pulling it away and beating it soundly for a few minutes. Currently I've been trying the confrontation method; thorough investigation of the cause, and direct confrontation of the fear. Lao Tzu was right when he said "Conquering yourself makes you fearless."

My worst experience with this kind of thing wasn't in a bathroom, however.

I was at my parent's friend's house in Grass Valey, CA a year ago. They live pretty high up in a sparsely populated, somewhat remote, retirement community surrounded by forest. Anyway, I'd just had dinner a few hours ago and thought I'd go outside for a jog. Now, there's a private runway for the communities' pilots about 200 ft away, perpendicular(sp?) to the front of the house. So I, the genius that I am, started my jog at around 11:30 pm, and it was pitch black outside; much darker than it ever gets in a town, becuase of the remoteness. Guided by the few lights in front of the houses, and the sparse moonlight, I jogged down the runway going from one end to the other. After the third time back, I was about 400 yards away from the house, I stopped to catch my breath, when I heard that cliché branch snap nearby. I looked around but really couldn't see anything but the distant houses, and the silhouette of the forest's tree line against the stars. I heard some more quiet sounds, and this time it came from my left and right side about 20 ft. off. By then I was in that state where you're completely still, silent, and listening intently; it felt like my brain was throbbing. The thing that really started to get to me was that when I began to listen both sounds stopped completely. Dead silence. Man was it eerie! I didn't know whether my imagination was messing with me or what. After about 20 seconds of complete silence I heard a very brief growl DIRECTLY in front of me. Almost shit my pants! I made a B-line strait down that runway faster than I think I've ever ran in my life.