canon is my whore

Tma enjoyers, reblog this post with fears you feel like you'd be marked by and the experience that gave you said mark. I saw a post like this a while back and I found it interesting.

The Web: I grew up with spiders in my bedroom. They sleep up above my bed at night. I used to pick them up and cuddle them. I woke up in the middle of rhe night to them crawling up my legs. They never bit me, but I have had horrifying moments of spiders bigger then my hands just crawling up my legs from under the blankets, or that time when I was a kid and a redback crawled out from a doll I was holding.

The Spiral: I got lost in a supermarket once last year. I had went down an isle to grab something, but then it seemed like I was the only one there. It was a store I was unfamiliar with, and since there were no windows I got so disorientated that no matter where I turned I ended up at the same spot. I had to call my dad to come and help because I was so lost I was in tears. I didn't have my glasses with me to I couldn't read the signs either!

The Corruption. I used to go on Pathfinder (a type of scouts that was organised by my church) camps and we'd often camp out in the middle of nowhere. I once woke up the bugs galore in my tent and blood all over. Turns out I was on my period, but I didn't realise that when I woke up. All I saw were the bugs and this massive dead spider at my feet and I screamed. I haven't went camping since.

The Dark: I was experiencing a moment of sleep paralysis, or at the very least I was stuck frozen in a state between awake and sleep. My brain was dreaming but I was awake, and unable to move my body. There had been a man in my room, in the corner, floating above the floor behind where the door would be if my door was open, but it was shut. His skin had been pitch black but I could see him vividly in the dark corner. He tipped his hat at something, and I could feel a hand on my hips and waist, as I sleep on my side, and it was petting me. I had to pretend I was asleep otherwise some part of me knew that something bad would happen. I eventually passed out.

The End: I was riding my bike down to the road to my grandparents' place. It was only a 5-minute bike ride, and we were in a very rural area, so this is what I usually did after school for just a quick chat or to show them something cool. I was going down a hill and about to go around a corner. I couldn't hear anything but the wind in my ears, and I had looked to check behind me (I didn't normally do this, but something made me) and I saw a truck behind me about to cut the corner. It was going faster than It should've in this zone, and especially for a corner like this, let alone the fact that it was cutting the corner. I had tries to steer off the road but my bike hit a bump and swerved the opposite way that I had intended to, onto the road. I managed to somehow get back into the gutter, it's a blur how. My dad said he heard a truck horn honk but I hadn't. I was shaking so much my legs wouldn't work. I dont know how I got back away from becoming mashed under the truck's wheels.

The Desolation: I love fire. I used to light the poo tickets on fire in the school bathrooms. I carry with me 3 lighters at any given moment. Also we once had to evacuate our house due to a bushfire.

The Slaughter: I have 4 swords in my room and I'm getting more soon. :D also in high school I used to stab people who were being mean to me with my nails or lock picks. I also dislocated a kid's shoulder once in year 6. Also I think I generally just fear war. I watched Schindler's List at a wayyy too young age and it has scarred me for life. Weapons are cool, though.

The Eye: I stream, like video games and art and stuff. I get to talk to people all over the world like this, but of course not everyone is cool and it's kinda unsettling sometimes. Like this one person who seems to always compliment me? They seem nice but a lot of the time its excessive and just makes me uncomfortable? But then again I don't handle compliments from strangers too well. But, I do have this constant fear of my hyper religious grandparents finding out. I stream horror games, stuff like Phasmophobia and Resident Evil and they'd disown me if they found out I'm sure. Whenever I talk to them there's this constant dread over me that they'll learn about this aspect of my life.

The Lonely: I had no friends for a solid 3 years of my life, and because of that I've developed some pretty bad social anxiety that makes it almost impossible for me to function at all in a group of more than 3 people. Also I get seasonal depression and overall my bouts eith the Lonely may only be few yearly but it always sticks with me and leaves that lasting "nobody cares" that the Lonely loves.