I remember my aunt used to have a bin… it was furry (possibly grey) and had a face on it. Scared the shit out of me, and it always seemed to be in a different room each time I visited. Guys in mascot costumes scared me, too.
As for paranormal phenomenon, I have a history of being both fascinated and terrified by ghosts and aliens, predominantly the latter. For a while I would refuse to look up enough to see the sky if I went outside at night, and although I loved books on UFOs and abductions, there were always passages and pictures that I would try to avoid looking at. The slightest noise at night would make me dive beneath the covers. And for the longest time I would always have goosebumps walking about my house in the dark, and leap up onto my top bunk in extreme terror of The Thing that lurked on the bottom bunk (virtually always unoccupied). It was never a specific thing, just… some entity or other. And it was always just a fraction of an inch from grabbing my legs as I catapulted up in a horrified hurry. I still instinctively have these insecurities at night when I’m home from uni. I always knew they were meaningless and unsubstantiated, but now I can only consider them residual and habitual.
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