Originally Posted by
Lencoboy
Around 1990 (when I was 13) I developed a short-lived irrational phobia about custard.
At my first respite unit which I used to stay at on a monthly basis back then, there was a lobby (with closed doors) opposite the upstairs lounge which lead to a fire escape, and the dumbwaiter (goods lift that conveys food and drink items vertically between floors) terminated in there in its uppermost position from next to the kitchen underneath, and the afters sometimes came with custard, though thankfully none of the staff there ever made me eat anything I didn't like, which was a bonus considering there were a couple of power-mad bad apples working there with a bit of an attitude.
That lobby used to give me the heebies a bit as custard was passed through it, and even the light fittings in there which were batten holders with bare bulbs which reminded me of certain rooms in the house I lived in as a toddler-young child.
There were many other aspects of that building that gave me the creeps, as it just seemed to have bad vibes all round.
I seriously wonder if it is typical of many buildings that were designed and constructed during the mid-late 70s era?
BTW, I don't really have such issues with custard now.