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Originally Posted by christinajon
I used to read books of scary stories that were based on urban legends and one of them involved a guy waiting under cars to cut people's Achilles Tendons.
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I seem to remember a news story about a guy in the Baltimore/DC area who was actually doing that in a mall parking lot several years ago. He may have just been hiding under there and then pulling people down to mug them though; I can't recall.
I'm not sure if you could really call it a full-blown fear or simply being way too self-conscious, but I'm often afraid of walking funny. I don't mean Ministry of Silly Walks funny either. It started back when I was in elementary school and a teacher asked me out of nowhere why I was walking with a limp. She was most likely going crazy from paint fumes (I swear that school had a seperate fund just for murals), but ever since then I've worried about unconsciously walking strangely. Of course focusing on it really does produce a strange walk, so I have to force myself to think about something else again. The thought never crosses my mind if I'm out with other people though.
Deserted narrow hallways make me paranoid even if they aren't very long. I always imagine something coming up from behind or lunging out of a doorway. Hell, for the first few months I lived in my apartment I didn't want to walk down the tiny hallway at night if the hall light was the only one turned on, because it gave the white walls an abandoned sanitarium feel. Doesn't help matters much that I discovered a very faded red spot on one side that resembled old blood after living here for about year.
How ya doing, buddy?