Coulrophobia

I have a fear of clowns.

Yup, I admit it, clowns freak me out. I mean, they just look so scary, with their white makeup and red noses and everything. Plus, accidentally seeing pictures of Stephen King's "It" sure didn't help.

I just fucking hate clowns. I don't run away screaming when I see them or anything, but I tense up a bit and have the sudden urge to ruuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuunnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnn!!!!
So, yeah, now you all know. I'm afraid of clowns. And barbie dolls too, to be honest. Every time I see a barbie doll or clown, I have this mental image of them holding up a sharp, gleaming knife and trying to kill me. Believe me when I say it doesn't make for very good dreams. So far I've been lucky, I haven't had any freaky nightmares of barbie dolls or clowns, so I'm hoping that I'm not gonna have any in the future.

But I do quite like other dolls, like those beautiful handcrafted ones that you might find in museums. The "Dream of Doll" collection I really do love, for example. And puppets are beautiful too, in a hauntingly sad way. What fascinates me most about dolls and puppets is the fact that they are not in control of their bodies, and their 'masters' are the ones who truly pull the strings (quite literally, too, when it comes to puppets!). Maybe it's my long-term fascination with anything dark and gothic, but I like those Japanese dolls with the big eyes and all. Look them up on the internet, I'm sure they're easy to find.

In the meantime, I'm hoping I won't get any freaky nightmares about clowns or barbie dolls.

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