“Maybe it was something about his pose. Maybe it was the colors; but I'm pretty sure it was his face, maybe even the face of Satan himself. It haunted me. I would lay awake and think about it at night, just feeling scared." - Sam
 
“It also has to do with nightmares. When I was little I would sometimes have this one where the snowmen rose up with icicles for teeth, and became a scourge upon the world. The worst part about it was that I knew what was happening, but no one would believe me. It was like I was the only one seeing them scoot about with their weird lumpy bodies, eating people. But who would suspect these blobby smiling simpletons waving from the yard with their carrot noses?” - Mike
“I know I won't actually get sucked into and swallowed by them, but... it could happen. Potholes, quicksand - it's always feet first.” - Katie
 

“Whenever I see them, or if someone is using them around me it feels like the beginning of an anxiety attack; stomach churns, hearts starts beating, immediate headache, start to sweat, etcetera. In my dreams they have been depicted as evil little miniature creatures, like mini porcupines but worse. They purposefully climb into my bed and torture me.” - Tori

 

“It could be catered and elegant with 50 people and it would still bug me if people were bored. I think it spawns from my parents fighting when I was growing up; at dinner or in the car, but mostly in front of others was what bothered me so much. I would come over with this utter feeling of helplessness and yet also that I was suppose to fix the situation.” - Chad