My next couple of fears which I've grouped into "people/object phobias" are a bit strange. They all seem to be connected to my childhood, which is a bit concerning. But 2/3 of these fears are also common, as when you're older the objects are portrayed as creepy and scary in media. All of these are connected. They are all in a way, human, but also far from it.
Pediophobia - fear of dolls
I've never liked dolls. Even as a kid, I only had stuffed animals. I was never really into barbies or polly pockets. I'd pretend my stuffed animals were real and go play in the backyard with them. That's all I needed to be content. I never felt the need to dress anything up and play real life.
Once I got older, I better understood me staying away from dolls as a kid. I've always been creeped out by dolls, but not entirely scared of them. Well, at least I thought I only found them creepy.
On new years, so not even a month ago, my friends Khyatee, Paige and Sadie came over. They were staying for a sleepover, so we could be together when 2016 started. We relaxed in my room, and talked and everything. About an hour went by and someone mentioned food. That lead Sadie to go to her bag. I THOUGHT she was going to pull out the bag of chips she had. But no, instead she pulled out a doll. I stared at Sadie in complete fear. Why did she 1. own that and 2. BRING IT TO MY HOUSE. That doll looked demonic. It was a baby doll, with no clothes. On it's face, it was covered in marker. She explained to me that a friend gave it to her. I again, asked her why she brought it to my house. She told me she has slept with it every night. What. I found that doll super creepy to begin with, but it gets worse. Apparently the previous owner has committed suicide. You would think that she told me this to scare me, but the friend that gave her this doll, was the cousin of the person who committed suicide. She scared me with that doll all night. I was ready to throw it out the window if it touched me. And now, I try not to believe in ghosts, why would such thing exist. But I can't not believe in them, So having that scary doll in my room, with a previous owner who committed suicide it made me extremely paranoid all night. To top it all off, Sadie told me of a couple weird things that had happened to her since owning that doll.
Now that I've had my own scary doll incident, I will forever avoid dolls. No dolls. Ever.
Coulrophobia - fear of clowns
With my other fears I'm not sure where they started. I know for sure where this on started. As a kid my dad made up that there was a clown that lived in our basement that had no arms. I don't know why this scared me so much. It's lived on in my memory though. That's not the only thing about clowns that I've heard as a kid. My dad is the main culprit to this fear (thanks dad ._.). He scared me with the concept of clowns a lot.
Then later I watched IT when I was around 11 years old. Made my fear grow a bit.
Pediophobia - fear of dolls
I've never liked dolls. Even as a kid, I only had stuffed animals. I was never really into barbies or polly pockets. I'd pretend my stuffed animals were real and go play in the backyard with them. That's all I needed to be content. I never felt the need to dress anything up and play real life.
Once I got older, I better understood me staying away from dolls as a kid. I've always been creeped out by dolls, but not entirely scared of them. Well, at least I thought I only found them creepy.
On new years, so not even a month ago, my friends Khyatee, Paige and Sadie came over. They were staying for a sleepover, so we could be together when 2016 started. We relaxed in my room, and talked and everything. About an hour went by and someone mentioned food. That lead Sadie to go to her bag. I THOUGHT she was going to pull out the bag of chips she had. But no, instead she pulled out a doll. I stared at Sadie in complete fear. Why did she 1. own that and 2. BRING IT TO MY HOUSE. That doll looked demonic. It was a baby doll, with no clothes. On it's face, it was covered in marker. She explained to me that a friend gave it to her. I again, asked her why she brought it to my house. She told me she has slept with it every night. What. I found that doll super creepy to begin with, but it gets worse. Apparently the previous owner has committed suicide. You would think that she told me this to scare me, but the friend that gave her this doll, was the cousin of the person who committed suicide. She scared me with that doll all night. I was ready to throw it out the window if it touched me. And now, I try not to believe in ghosts, why would such thing exist. But I can't not believe in them, So having that scary doll in my room, with a previous owner who committed suicide it made me extremely paranoid all night. To top it all off, Sadie told me of a couple weird things that had happened to her since owning that doll.
Now that I've had my own scary doll incident, I will forever avoid dolls. No dolls. Ever.
Coulrophobia - fear of clowns
With my other fears I'm not sure where they started. I know for sure where this on started. As a kid my dad made up that there was a clown that lived in our basement that had no arms. I don't know why this scared me so much. It's lived on in my memory though. That's not the only thing about clowns that I've heard as a kid. My dad is the main culprit to this fear (thanks dad ._.). He scared me with the concept of clowns a lot.
Then later I watched IT when I was around 11 years old. Made my fear grow a bit.
Santaphobia (unofficial name) - ......fear of santa
I know this is weird. It's not a popular fear, it doesn't even have an official name. I think it's because Santa is seen as a happy memory as a kid, the person who brings you presents on the most wonderful day of the year, so people usually don't fear things that are associated with good memories. As a kid I was never scared of him, I wasn't one to cry when my parents put me on his lap for a picture.
I know this is weird. It's not a popular fear, it doesn't even have an official name. I think it's because Santa is seen as a happy memory as a kid, the person who brings you presents on the most wonderful day of the year, so people usually don't fear things that are associated with good memories. As a kid I was never scared of him, I wasn't one to cry when my parents put me on his lap for a picture.
It was only on Christmas in 2014, my aunt said "Santa is coming!" to my little brother, and I don't know why, but the amount of fear that amounted in me was insane. Later that night I admitted to my aunt that I was kinda scared, and she just made fun of me. Obviously, I probably sounded so stupid.
Just imagining a huge old man come into your house at night is terrifying to me.
"He sees you when you're sleeping, he knows when you're awake" . I'm sure if those lyrics were sang with some eerie music in the background, it would no longer be a joyful Christmas classic.
Just imagining a huge old man come into your house at night is terrifying to me.
"He sees you when you're sleeping, he knows when you're awake" . I'm sure if those lyrics were sang with some eerie music in the background, it would no longer be a joyful Christmas classic.