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What animal frightens you most, and why?

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  • mmmmm Though it's not exactly an animal, but I'm scared of spiders! As for animals, huge dogs (feel uneasy when seeing them)
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  •  The human being, of course!

    It hurts all other animals, as well.


  • I'd have to say:

    #1 ~ Spiders, they just have that look (especially the thin legged ones) AND they could kill you.

    #2 ~ Sharks, I used to love them until I kept having nightmares about them... now I won't even go near the ocean.

    #3 ~ Cockroaches, because they are everywhere and nowhere all at once. They NEVER die. It ain't right...

    #4 ~ Maggots, because (even though it's irrational) I am afraid that they will think I'm dead and start eating me... nasty f***ers.

  •  Spiders because they are very creepy!!!

  • One word, One SCARY animail:: .....SPIDERS!

    Yes, i am a guy, but i have a major phobea of them for some reason....;P

    P.s...atlest i didn't scream xD!
  • Monkeys. I HATE monkeys.

    When I was little, my dad told us a story about Roof Climbers. He said they were like humans, but hairy...and they had fangs. They would perch on your roof, above a door, and wait for you to come outside. Then they would drop down on you, and eat you. In my head, they look like a mix between demon chimpanzees and gorillas. With fangs. I swear to god, I couldn't go outside at night for at least a year. And until I was almost a teenager, if I had to go outside, I would run as fast as I could through the door and out from under the overhang of the roof. To emphasize my fear, my dad decided one night we would walk to the grocery store, in the dark. We needed milk and bananas. So down the horse trail we walked (I also had vivid nightmares about the stupid horse trail at night), to the store, and on the way back.... my dad suddenly grabs my arm, and says "Wait...do you see that?" He's pointing at a white fence. He says, "Oh my god. It's a roof climber. Can you see it?" Honestly, it didn't matter if I could see it. I believe I thought I saw it, a hairy arm hanging over the fence.  I screamed, and ran, and refused to go outside for a very long time.

    My dad got a sick pleasure out of torturing us as children. He did it to my cousins...only there were older, and they loved it. During family gatherings, after dinner was finished, they would gather around him and beg for him to tell them a story. He'd usually bundle us off in his old chevy pickup, and take us to the other side of town by the riverbeds...and tell us a story about the mad dairy farmer and the hanging tree. He was all into it...the theatrics and such. He would intentionally stall his truck, and pretend to start panicking, and then look dramatically in his rear view mirror and say, "Oh my god. What is that out there? Can you see it?" It would scare us shitless. He brought my little sister once, but she started bawling and he had to take us home. She always cried.

    Once, when we were camping (somewhere in New Mexico), he told us a story about some fearsome tribe of indians... about how one year, the white man came and shot all the buffalo. But the white man didn't use the buffalo like the indians did. He just took the hides, and left the meat to rot in the sun. The indians had no buffalo to eat, and slowly starved to death. But before they died, the chief vowed to get revenge on the white man. He said the ghosts of the hunters would ride through campsites, seeking revenge on the white man. And every once in a while... you will find a family, chopped to bits in their tents the next morning. My little sister had to be at least 11 or 12 at the time. She cried, and even after he told her it was just a story and he'd made it up, she refused to sleep in the tent. She ended up sleeping in the van.

    Come to think of it, my dad is kind of a twisted freak.
  • Lions, tigers, poisonous snakes.

    For the snakes it's obvious; they're poisonous.
    Lions and tigers; who wouldn't be afraid of them? zoo keepers and animal trainers possibly, but everybody else would probably run from their roar.
  • Aye ayes.
    They are hideously ugly.
    Just looking at one makes me want to vomit and scream. Sometimes I actually do these things.
    They're disfigured and their hands look like something from a horror film.
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