I made an exciting discovery just now. I self-diagnosed my chronic fear of puppets, wax museums, manequins, dolls and "any object to which people attribute life and energy." This essay explains it perfectly:
This also clearly explains my fear of dead things. Don't count on seeing my body in a viewing after I die. I will not come to see yours. Just a little bit of information in case you wanted to know how to scare the crap out of me in the future.
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I'm so glad it has a name. And that I'm not alone.
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