I’m mentally ill. The more you know.
… Although you most likely would have guessed that from my explanations for the first two phobias listed. Whatever.

This one stems directly from my psychological state. I sometimes see things, and most of the time, those things are shadowy in form. I don’t find them all that disturbing, since they are gone in the blink of an eye and rarely take the form of anything I find troubling. But, occasionally, they are a tad creepy – I’ve seen the shadows of objects randomly move, change shape, or, in one fairly alarming instance, I saw an ownerless [meaning there was no object present to cast it] shadow, with distinct eyes and a smile, reflected in a mirror.
Thus I rather dislike shadows, in general.

For basically the same reason as above – I see people on the roadside who aren’t really there, sometimes. It namely bothers me because I can’t always verify if they were actually there or not, and it screws with my head.

This isn’t as much a fear as it is an irrational distrust. I read this book of assorted articles on folk magic once when I was younger, and there was one that suggested there was a way to create a scarecrow that would actually leave your garden in the late autumn, after the final harvest, to go winter in a warmer area until the next growing season started. I’ve been creeped out by scarecrows ever since.

Ironically, when I was a kid, I found Jonathan Crane rather disturbing, although he ended up becoming one of my favorite Batman villains eventually, despite the whole scarecrow thing. The Scarecrow also happens to be my favorite Wizard of Oz character [...whom also says the quote that's used in my sig ].

For whatever reason, hanging around the outside of hospitals gives me the same sensation as being in a cemetery – like I’m surrounded by something that I can just barely detect, but cannot physically see or interact with. I don’t get the sensation when I’m in a hospital, though, which is odd.
When I did volunteer work in a hospital in high school, as part of my vocational health class, I had to work to compose myself once I stepped off the bus, and I didn’t feel comfortable until I had finally passed through the ER entrance doors.

Not including things like sharks or fish you’d find in an aquarium, but rather varieties of fish kept in home tanks that just happen to be large.

I don’t know why, but they give me the heebie-jeebies; there’s just something eerie about the way they float around and stare. I have very strange dreams sometimes about coming across dark tanks full of them in odd places that cause me to wake up abruptly. It’s especially strange because I’m a Picese and I’m inclined to like fish; I just don’t like these ones.

Anytime I’m in a pet supply store that sells large fish, I usually go and look at them briefly just to see if I can get past that sinking feeling of unease, but I usually end up having to move away from the tank in a hurry. The last time I ever did so left me feeling even more uneasy around them, as one of these really large ones I was looking at [I don’t recall what exactly they were, but they dwarfed the shark that was in the tank with them] came up to the glass closest to where I was standing and just stared at me. Then every time I moved, it would follow me, just to continue staring directly at me. I don’t really know how to feel about that.

Despite all of that, big fish in the ocean and other places [like those six-foot-long beasts in the Amazon basin] don’t bother me at all. Strange.

I think this one stems from memories of hearing stories about ghostly creatures and monsters with eyes like that – not to mention, instances where I’ve seen people who’ve been injured in such a way that their sclera turns red; very creepy, as well as nauseating. The funny thing is, they bother me far more if they are creatures that are black in color [such as Black Shuck, the black cat of Killakee, things of that nature] – which is another common theme in those aforementioned legends.

That being said, albino creatures don’t bother me at all, regardless of how dark red their eyes are.

And, now that I think of it, the Black Rabbit of Inle doesn’t bother me, either. The passage in WSD where he’s described it quite possibly my favorite thing ever written - “The Black Rabbit spoke with the voice of water that falls into pools in echoing places in the dark… and in the dark El-ahrairah could see his eyes, for they were red with a light that gave no light.”.

This one I’ve never been able to understand. Especially considering how much I adore plants.

I just really, really dislike large flowers. The first time I remember becoming aware of my distaste for them was when I first saw a photo of one of those jungle plants [I don’t recall the name of it]; a giant, almost cartoonish, red and white insectivore. Something about that thing just bothered me, and I’m not sure why, exactly; I quite like insectivorous plants, but not that one. I’m not a fan of the corpse flower, either.

It also applies to things like Brugmansia, which can have very large blossoms. My mother used to keep a pair of them, and while I thought the flowers themselves were beautiful, I didn’t want to be anywhere near them, and looking at them made me nervous. I know that they have uses in shamanism, but that doesn’t exactly reassure me at all.

While the fact that they’re poisonous makes me wary of them in general, I don’t have the same fear of other poisonous plants in the Solanaceae family; in fact, I find them oddly charming.

Like with some of the other phobias I mentioned, there is an exception; sunflowers. For whatever reason, sunflowers, no matter how huge they are, don’t bother me. We used to grow them when I was a kid, so perhaps that has something to do with it.

This one is particularly strange, due to the fact that I’m fascinated by effigies [thanks to studying my ancient ancestors], but certain ones bother me. Things like the twig figures from The Blair Witch Project, for one, which elicit a sort of ‘what the hell am I looking at?’ visceral reaction from me.

Any of them with a vaguely humanoid shape, but without defining human characteristics seem to be the primary catalysts. Most notably, certain varieties of [url= http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Poppet]poppets[/url] [a relic of folk magic, mostly relocated to Hoodoo nowadays – otherwise known to laymen as “voodoo dolls”] bother me, although I’m not entirely certain why – I find the wax ones to be especially creepy, along with some of the fabric ones. I feel like a bit of a hypocrite, as I own a fabric poppet named Amos, whom acts as my little sidekick once in a while [especially in my artwork; he’s made occasional appearances in my art since 2005, I believe]. My mother bought him for me, so I consider him to be a good luck charm.

I watched Watership Down a lot growing up, and while I’ve always loved that movie [it’s also my favorite book lol], the opening sequence has always freaked me out. If you’ve ever heard that theory about how old games were scarier because lower-grade graphics make it difficult to identify what you’re looking at [the ‘it looks vaguely like a human, but is it?’ sort of thing], this is like that. The depiction of the fox alone makes me shudder.

That seems to have left me feeling rather ambivalent towards folk art. Some of it I love, but anything that has that sort of vaguely abstract quality to it just sends me running.

If anyone here has ever seen the old 1975 Chuck Taylor cartoon of Rudyard Kipling's Rikki Tikki Tavi, the opening credit sequence of that [with the sort of folk-y Indian-style art] always gave me the creeps as well – I’ve no idea why, though. Something about the way that style of art was done there just never sat well with me… Then again, the way they portrayed Nag and Nagaina never sat well with me, either.