My worst nightmare... the thing is I feel stupid cause I'm scared of something that isn't even real!
Clowns. Dolls. Objects like that.
I think maybe it's because the innocence of a child's toy, maybe not so common these days, comes to life. It's the fact that they come so close to being alive it scares you. Not just me. This is the general reason why people are scared of them. I think, I dunno, but something about their happiness seems fake and eerie to a lot of people, myself included.
It's just the way they stare at you, because they are not real, their pale white faces are like they're drowned of happiness, their big red noses are sore and cruel and worst of all, their painted upside-down smile over their evil, twisted grin. And in so called scary movies, how their evil, shrill laugh chills down your spine. Children laughing...and screaming. They're all just associated with clowns and I hate it! Brrr.. gives me the creeps. This is toy clowns I'm talking about, not people dressed up as them (although I hated them when I was little and ran to my Mum).
Dolls.. they're similar, but in a way completely different. I'm not just talking about normal ones. I'd never believe I could be frightened so much as to a Barbie, but at night, when it's dark, and my mind is whizzing with thoughts and playing tricks, they're evil. Thankfully, me nor my sister play with dolls anymore, we're too old (maybe that's another reason why they scare me, strangely). Dolls can also have a bad reputation; voodoo dolls used by witches, rag dolls in stories and myths. Rag dolls are thought of as dodgy anyway. My friend has lots of ornaments and dolls and stuff on her shelves and window sills in her room, but she turns them round the other way, facing the wall or the window so they don't stare at her at night.
Basically, I just hate the thought of something so childish and un-real to come alive and stalk me; I'd be scared of anything stalking me, even if it was just a pencil. I think it's just the impact that scary movies and myths and stories could have on these innocent, every day objects.
It's confusing, and I sometimes hate my mind for playing tricks on me like that. And then I remember, and thank my mind, because I don't want to 'upset' the clowns and dolls and ghosts -oh no I said it!- and what have you for hating them and wanting them to go away and leave me alone... I just let them be...thinking they'll be nice to me if I do.
I'm not quite sure what my nightmare is exactly, so here is my question: Does anyone else feel the same as me? And would you say I could say that I have Coulrophobia -fear of clowns and/or Pediophobia -fear of dolls?