Hey guys, it's been awhile. I wasn't sure what to write about so I just started without a real aim, and I came to this story, shinning alight to my fears that no one would think to be afraid of unless you were maybe a child. 

My first one is costumes! Yeah, I'm deathly afraid of them, with good reason but it's still pretty pathetic to be so scared of a fabric that's just on a body.  Costumes get my heart pumping, the real thing I'm afraid of are the masks. I can't see the face and I can read the them, are they good? Are they bad? What should I do! Etc... 

how my fear got so bad? Someone thought it a great idea to chase children with a actual knife in a scream costume. Scream on his own wasn't all that bad, but I was a really... really paranoid person back then, I was already smart enough to know at the world was scary because already I had suffered from it, and at this point of my life, I was still labeled a mute. So I felt hopeless, can't call the word help, or stop, maybe even No was out of my reach just by a hair. So instead I screamed. That was the only thing that I knew for sure I could do. And no one came. 

I'm Afraid of masks because I'm afraid that no one will be there. I have panic attacks when I see the scream mask, I can't speak for a few minutes after I see a simple mask. 

Second, wax work Mannequins. Not much more then a year ago, me and my family went to           " Ripley's believe it or not  " that's a well known wax work attraction, there is also a ship that has a aquarium inside it, small and pack but it has some pretty cool fish and even a little show for timed events. But it's the wax works that freak me out, this building scares me because you never know what is happening next. One second your inside Africa myths, the next your in the room where the yeti is. This building had no rhyme or reason! But there was a point where we had to walk into a black room, my heart was already racing, I watched my mother walk inside it and it wasn't a bitch black room. It was black stained walls and floor and roof! I walked inside and seen white specks every where, it was weird walking those six steps to leave that room before going into a room that featured the beginning times of technology, some where in that room there was a old tv that was playing a newscast from back then, and it was paused and went to a most yellow and black screen flashing warning, and I worried me, and I was about to get off before my dad said " hold on! What's that! " so I looked back and to my surprise the floor under me started shaking wildly and I jumped a jump that might just put a track jumpers best score to shame off of that platform. My family laughed at me but I was paranoid as hell for the rest of the time, almost to the point that I'd run back the way I came, But I kept going.

But here comes my reason of why I hate mannequins... there is a kids area to my right, and there is a black sheet in front of me... I look at my parents and they insisted me first.. ( they been to this place before with my brother.) so I swallow and I inch forward, I slowly move the sheet away,  at first all I seen was red. Water, islands.. I walk a little bit more and I see a gleam, I look at it. And I see a knife like machete inside a wax hand.. this already creeps me out so I step a bit more forward and I realize that Jason, yeah he was fictional. But every matched him, and I freaked. I backed out bumping into my dads stomachs and dodging around him when I seen hands and escaped to the kids area hyperventilating and trembling. Yeah for the rest of that trip I was paranoid over everything even outside of that building.

Third, any movie that has the slightest of chance of hurting a cat. 

I love my cats, I bottle fed them since their literal first day of life, so I'm their guardian and a simple threat to them would cause me to probably punch the threatening person toward them. But I was watching the  pet sematary At my aunts old place and I could care less about what I was seeing until the filmed the cat getting hit and found dead. This cat looked just like Smokey, one of my four cats. This made me paranoid and frankly scared because my dad, I wouldn't put it past him to get rid of my cats without telling me. So as soon as I could, as soon as that movie was over, I messaged my mom and asked about the cats and asked about them which made sure that I was well informed about my cats being safe and at home and still alive. 

Fourth,  breaking my bones.

I've done it twice now, both I didn't feel like I should of, my middle finger snapped awhile air protected my best friend, and I didn't feel it.

One of three bones in my foot cracked as I twisted my ankle damn good, swelled as soon as I even out my ankle, and purple was already where my break was. I felt it pop, but nothing else. 

I'm afraid that I might be walking around with a broken bone and I don't even know it. It's been eight, maybe nine months since I broke my foot and I still only feel popping, my nerves are still swollen, I still feel the healing process heating my foot. My mother's a nurse and she wasn't even know if I have any more broken bones. Over the three years of leaving the city life I only gave my self five maybe six reasons for broken bones.

One, faceplanting into a iron door. Felt no pain.

Two, my 1000 pound horse slammed her foot onto mine and stood there for a few seconds before I got her off. I only felt a mild sting.

Three, snapping my middle finger, felt it but barely.

Four, twisting my ankle pretty good with a simple step of a singular stair. Felt nothing but popping.

Five, my horse as ran right over me a few times, no contact with her, but my body has landed hard onto the ground.

And finally, punched a mess hall wall, it bruised real fast and probably scared a number of people due to this being at my brothers wedding.

Is it normal to feel this lack of pain? Flicks, punches, or slaps hurt me like any other thing, but any injuries that are bad enough hot break I don't feel it.

Yeah... I have a few unless fears, how about you guys. Any one relate?