Monday, October 28, 2013

What Scares You?


I've been on a major ghost story kick this week—from reading this thread on Jezebel to watching episodes of Celebrity Ghost Stories (don't laugh, it's amazing). I guess it's Halloween taking it's hold on me, but I've also always been interested in "the unexplainable"... I'm getting chills just talking about it.

I'm curious to hear about your creepy fears—are you afraid of ghosts? Clowns? The dark? Or are spiders pretty much your only fear? (I mean seriously, who actually isn't afraid of spiders).

One of the things that creeped me out the most growing up was my grandmother's basement. She was a ceramic artist and held classes once a week in her studio, which was in the basement of her house. She had two kilns down there, so she would use molds and fire a bunch of "blank" pieces to keep in stock for her students (and my siblings) to paint. The main room was lined with shelves from floor to ceiling, filled with white ceramic pieces. There were piggy banks, animals, figurines, decorative dolls...everything you could imagine. And it was creepy as hell. I would always be afraid to go down there by myself—it felt like everything was watching you. All of these smiling cartoon Easter bunnies, with their frozen expressions, were like an image out of a murderer doll-maker's shop. Obviously my grandma wasn't a murderer, but I don't think she had any idea how creeped out I was by that room. It was always so quiet down there too, and unless she was down there with me, helping me paint, I never felt at ease.


I  can't believe I was able to find a photo of the basement. See what I mean? To this day, I'm still a little weirded out by dolls.

So, what creepy things are you avoiding this Halloween? And even better—have you ever seen a ghost?

2 comments:

  1. What! hahah I can't believe that picture! omg so scary. Actually, my basement freaks me the hell out. It's an unfinished basement and huge. When I first moved in it never scared me until the Ariel Castro story hit and now I'm convinced there's someone down there waiting for me (I live alone). I rent, so I obviously can't fix the basement up so I haven't been down there since June.

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    1. Glad it creeped you out too - my grandma was so NOT creepy of course, but her basement was a horror movie waiting to happen. And ew, Ariel Castro. At least he's dead...

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