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I'm terrified of someone cutting my Achilles Tendon. It used to just be when I was getting into cars - 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. Over the years my fear has gotten so great that I almost never sit with my feet on the ground. If I can I put them up on the seats in front of me at movie theaters and in class I will. I even rest them on stuff around my desk and on my bags when I'm at the airport.
I'm also terrified of literally being stabbed in the back. Whenever anyone gets too close to my back it starts to freak out and I have to put a hand behind me and cover the entire central part of my back (which doesn't work very well because my hands are too small =[). I've been doing this since I was a child, too. Our back gate lead straight out into the alley and anytime I'd walk back to my house from the garage/back patio area I would have to walk along the path that lead from the back gate to the front gate.I was always terrified that one of the five bums in my town would come through the gate and stab me. =[ Jam it back in, in the dark. |