Fears - irrational, silly or otherwise.

Spiders, snakes, lizards, iguanas... anything that looks like a snake with legs... heights, small spaces (very claustrophobic) and dog's teeth. Dogs are fine, but I don't like the teeth, no matter how small the dog is.

Heights are weird. I LOVE roller coasters but I am terrified of the lift hill. Once I am past that I am the happiest girl ever. Even if I am safe, indoors in a sturdy building, I can't look down.

My irrational fear, however, are the ultra creepy costume things the Army uses during parades and festivals when they are recruiting. My rational mind KNOWS it is someone in a costume. But they terrify me so much I have to walk away. When they are walking, it looks like a slow, lumbering, almost slow motion run that reminds me of being chased in slow mo during nightmares.

I'm another person afraid of spiders. I've managed to overcome my fear of small ones but the big effing ones we get in my garden freak me out. I try very hard not to show my fear in front of my daughters.

And for weird phobias, I'm afraid of the dark but only when I'm alone. We have a 'nightlight' in the hallway and if for any reason I'm in bed alone, I have to have the door open to have at least a small amount of light. I recently went away for a hen do and I had a hotel room to myself, which I've never had. I was really afraid of being in there on my own. I kept thinking someone was going to come in and attack me. I ended up opening the window to get some light in.

I'm also deathly afraid of basements. This is from a reoccurring nightmare I had as a child of a basement in this oldish house we lived in when I was around 4 or 5. I cannot go into basements alone unless they are extremely well lit and clean looking. We have a basement at work where we archive some of our files. It's musty and damp and has different small dark rooms and there are all sorts of weird noises coming from nowhere. I once pushed the elevator to go up and it instead went down to the basement where the door opened to pitch darkness. I was frozen with fear and was sure that some ghost or something would come into the door and shout 'boo'.  Ever since then I make one of the office juniors go down with me if I need to go down there.

We had a horrible cellar in the last house we lived in. It was two rooms but there was only light in one of them. We never put anything in the dark room but I had it in my head that someone was buried there. Freaking scares the crap out of me just thinking about it.

And finally, if you didn't catch it above, I'm afraid of ghosts. Again, this is from a dream I had when I was very young. The fear tends to come up when I'm alone and in the dark. If I'm trying to sleep and I get a creeped out feeling I tend to shout out to no one to leave me alone and I imagine that whatever ghost is there will have to and it makes me feel better.

I know my fears are childish but they've been long ingrained and I can't see them going away anytime soon.

I'm also deathly afraid of basements

I forgot to mention basements and attics. I suppose it is because we live in a flat so we don't have either. An aunt and uncle on dad's side and an aunt and uncle on mom's side both have amazing finished basements, with carpet, furniture, tv, a bathroom, etc (different of course, but both both a completely finished). When you are in either of them, it is the same as being in the upstairs of the house, but in my little mind they are still basements and I don't want to be in either by myself.

I forgot to mention basements and attics.

I'm so with you guys on the basements.  They creep me out.  Attics, I can handle if they are finished one, but I can't even handle finished basements.  I always think of being buried because they are under ground.

Snakes, cockroaches, failing in life, getting diarrhea in front of people and not having a bathroom nearby(too much info I know, but it's a fear big time), being lost in the forest and/or outdoor area when it's dark out and dying too young.

Another one I didn't think to mention is being in a car (driving or as a passenger) that goes off into water. I have had this fear my whole life and have no idea why. I can swim, and there were no early childhood trauma moments to cause it. The only time I came close was a few years ago when I had to take a different route to work because the streets were flooded. I ended up having to take back streets and didn't know to make a turn to get to the street I wanted and went just a tiny bit out of town. I popped over a hill and slammed on my brakes as soon as the headlights were shining on the water. I managed to slow the car down before it went in the water. I sat there with both feet on the brake pedal and shook for a bit. A few weeks later I went back to see just how deep it would have been. The water would have come up to the window, but my head would have been out of the water. I felt I needed to know or I would have wondered for a long time.

It was dark, about an hour before the sun came up. Just seeing the lights shining over the water in such still darkness was so eerie it haunted me for weeks.

I am terrified of these plastic Santa in a Chimney Christmas Light that are around town - they're not like normal plastic Santas- they are evil Santas and they frighten me, I can't even look at them.  I completely forgot about them until the Christmas lights came up again.

This is definitely not along the lines of how this thread is going, but I'm terrified of not being able to move away from this .... place.

I am terrified of these plastic Santa in a Chimney Christmas Light that are around town - they're not like normal plastic Santas- they are evil Santas and they frighten me, I can't even look at them.  I completely forgot about them until the Christmas lights came up again.

I completely get this because I saw a series of Santa horror movies when I was a child. Also something in my chimney terrifies me and it will get a hot poker up its rear. Tudor style!

I am completely terrified of spider...I don't care if they are the size of the tip of your pencil or the size of a dime...they are ALL 10ft tall to me with massive fangs! 

I don't like balloons either! The rubbing twisty noise send the nasty fingernails on chalkboard chills down my spine and I'm just terrified to hear it pop!

I won't sleep with the closet door open.

But my biggest fear is people wax figures...Especially the animated kind! This stems from a childhood experience I had with an animated wax figure pilot at an Air Force Museum and the dare to touch it because it's skin was supposed to feel real! (I didn't know it was animated because my cousin was standing in front of the button with a scheming plan to hit it as I was touching it to scare me...it worked! 20 years later I'm still afraid!) I went into the wax museum in San Fran a few years back, cried walking through the first 3 rooms and literally hugged walls where I could! (Or stood in a point I thought was the furthest away from the figures!...Won't get near them ANYWHERE!