I was a squeamish kid. Anything and everything scared me; heights, bugs, blood, thunder… Man, was I a giant wimp. I only ever read one Goosebumps book because it gave me nightmares for weeks. Hell, even Courage the Cowardly Dog scared the living daylights out of me.
Something changed, though. At some point in my early teens, a flip switched. Probably the same flip that made me the apathetic bastard I am today. I don’t think I’ve been scared since. Even when I got mugged at knifepoint that one time, I’m pretty sure I was more annoyed than scared.
Anyway, here’s a bunch of things that have managed to creep me out over the years.
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