We have a lot of fears. Some make sense; others, not so much. This latter type will be featured once monthly until we run out of material, at which point, we might begin accepting the fears of our readers.
I have a love/fear relationship with dummies, puppets, and marionettes. It is one of those interests that I assume everyone has, the kind of interest that fascinates you, but also worries you. I explained before about the worry surrounding ventriloquism, and ordinary puppets and marionettes aren’t too far off from that, either.
There is something about all of these, much like the antique porcelain dolls, which I do NOT have any interests in, that makes you sometimes feel concerned that one day one of them will move on its own, and there your life will spiral into an episode of the Twilight Zone and you will never recover. I think that’s a pretty common irrational fear, both the puppet/doll fear and the more general “life turns into the Twilight Zone” fear. I’m sure loads of people harbor it, and if not — WHY NOT? Get scared! Stop being so certain about reality, who do you even think you are, Buster?
Lately, I have had a better handle on reality because I have been getting more rest than I used to. It turns out that a sleep-deprived brain is not exactly a stable brain. So, I knew I had an irrational discomfort about marionettes and dummies, but until very recently, it hadn’t been an actual fear moment where I closed my closet door while frightened. I may or may not have put something in front of the door, too, so that the little marionette couldn’t just push its way out. It doesn’t look like it would be strong, but I have been wrong before.