No. Not that podcast with that Sexy Australian Chick who thinks vagina is an acceptable term for penis… or something.
I mean let’s talk about monsters. Now, I think it goes without saying that I don’t believe in ghosts. That’s sort of a requirement to blog here at Skepchick. No effin ghosts… or something.
But there was a time in my life when I did. And as a kid they scared the frick frack fazoozinga out of me. In fact, for a good 15 years or more I used to say an Our Father before falling asleep at night just because I thought it would scare bad ghosts away while I dreamed about making out with Fox Mulder… or something.
And sweet man alive was I afraid of that Bloody Mary we always tried to summon at slumber parties. Even though we tried to convince ourselves that it was “just self-hypnosis”, nothing terrified me more than seeing a bloody corpsey woman staring at me in my bathroom… or any bathroom. Whether I was making her up in my head or not, I didn’t want to see that… but kind of did… but really didn’t… but kind of wanted the thrill… or something.
To this day, when I walk into a bathroom, I won’t look toward the mirror. Remember, I don’t believe in ghosts. But that Mary just might scare me into pooping my pants… and you can’t see my mirrors from my toilets, so… yeah… not good. Now I’ve never seen this Mary… but I plan to keep it that way. Â Because if I did, knowing that she’s not real just might be worse than thinking that she is… or something.
Do you have any weird irrational fears? Not like the dentist or spiders… like totally out there… like a pants-shitting fear of Bloody Mary… or something?
The Afternoon Inquisition (or AI) is a question posed to you, the Skepchick community. Look for it to appear Tuesdays, Thursdays, Saturdays, and Sundays at 3pm ET.