abandonment. I still remember this dream I had when I was about 4 or 5....in it I was waiting for the bus with my grandmother and when it came she got on it and it took off without me.... I remember waking up in the middle of the living room floor withthe tv blaring and family all around me and I felt awful but also happy to realize it was just a dream
I had a pretty decent collection of porcelain dolls when I was really young.. I loved them a lot, but at night I was terrified of them. I thought that they would come down off of their stands and come after me. The one night I thought the one blinked at me. I screamed for my parents and made them take them down that night. I haven't seen them since! My dad used to tell us there was a "toe monster" in the downstairs of my house, too. When my brother and I would be downstairs, and my parents upstairs, my dad would call our house phone through the intercom thing. When we would answer he'd say that he was the toe monster and he was coming to get our toes. We never knew it was my dad for like a year or 2 haha.
I honestly can't remember. I feared death (by natural causes) quite a bit in my teens. Fear of firearm violence has always followed me, from childhood to this day. I just had a gun pointed at me yesterday, so you can figure out why.
I used to sit up in my bed and cry every night for like a month imagining my dad in jail when I was probably five years old. This stemmed from him dressing up in the typical black and white striped, ball and chain Halloween costume and it scared me.
OMG.....I completely forgot about my fear which was very similar. If I was up late writing a paper or in the house alone, I was always afraid that I'd enter a room and see somebody just standing there all scary and waiting for me with bugged dark rimmed eyes. I was also afraid I'd look out the window and see somebody standing on the street looking up at the window at me. As an adult the second thought still creeps into my head sometimes.
I was pretty afraid of pointy objects especially knives but even scissors as a child. I always did hw assignments super slow if they involved scissors even those cheapo kids kind and was always worried about hair cuts too. I didn't like yelling either which I think is natural tho.
Yes. By two cops. I suppose it's better to be frisked than to be robbed at gunpoint. Still, not a very pleasant experience. 9mm Glocks. Relatively new, black, shiny ones.