Dolls, but to be more specific; china dolls, doll heads, everything that has eyes with a glassy stare. I developed this disgusting peeve whenever I had the most nastiest of dreams where I went to sleep and woke up unable to move/breathe/blink and the reflection in the mirror showed me as a dolls head, you know, the ones used for hair styling and make up application.
Another one is complete and total darkness to the point when you can even see your own hand in front of your face. This might be because of the whole unknown issue, because it ain't nothing to do with monsters or that sort of jazz. Other than that, very few things can properly terrorize me, sure I can be spooked or startled and I enjoy that, but other than those two things there's nothing else.
Oh, not being loved either. It freaks me out even thinking about a life where I'm not loved by even one person.
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