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What I’m most afraid of?

What I’m most afraid of?

There is something in the world that everyone is afraid of. I can list about ten million things for me so lets not beat about the bush and let’s get in to the nitty, gritty of what Soph finds scary. 

What am I afraid of?


Clowns are my biggest fear. I don’t know why, I think I blame it on my mum because ever since I have known she has had clown dolls. Lets just say that’s not fun in the middle of the night. The only reason behind this fear has to be my Mums clown dolls otherwise god knows where it came from. I reckon as a child I either used to play with them or one scared me as a child and I’ve never been able to look at one since. I’m a massive fan of American Horror Story and I kid you not that season with the clown in I had to hide behind a pillow. My mum is proof, she had to tell me every time the clown was gone so I could watch it again. My boyfriend now not so nice, he will purposefully put clowns on the screen. For example, when IT came out he played the trailer and told me to watch. Please may I state, without knowing what it was. I think I almost cried, bastard.


This is a long story but I’m ready to tell it and mum this is on you. Again. You know where I’m going with this, I haven’t got over it. I will be telling it to my children about how horrible there Nanny was. I bet you’re wondering what the hell this story is, so I’m going to tell you. I was on holiday with my Mum, my Nan and my Grandad in the New Forest. We loved that place, that’s where we would always go. Now, one night we went out for dinner and good old mum left the window open in our bedroom. When we finally returned from our lovely dinner, mum took me in to the bedroom. I don’t know probably to get ready for bed, I was really young. I want to say I was three or four but I can’t be sure so don’t kill me. The next thing I know my mum has run out the room and left her child in an enclosed room with A BLOODY FLYING BAT! I mean who leaves their child, clearly can tell I’m not relying on my mum if we were ever in a zombie apocalypse. Don’t worry everyone my Grandad saved the day. He released the bat back in to the wild and rescued me, a crying three/four-year old from this horrible creature that I saw before me. Thats my mum everyone and god I love her haha.


You are all probably going to think I’m weird for this one as yes they are beautiful creatures but my god I cannot stand them. I think it’s just flying creatures, thanks for that Mum. There was a time when I was at the zoo with my Mum, my Nan and my Grandad and we visited the butterfly house there. I was out within two seconds with my Nan. It was horrible, they were flying everywhere and it genuinely gave me the creeps. NOPE.


Can you see the resemblance here of flying creatures. Yeah. Brilliant. Again, I don’t know why I just hate birds. Even the pretty ones, they freak me out. I actually run away from them. If even one comes near me or I think it is coming towards me I become Usain Bolt.

Dressed up People

This sounds like a really weird one, but I promise you there’s a valid story to this one too. When I was younger I lived in a flat literally right on the sea front. Every year at bonfire night the parade went past our flat and I loved watching it from the steps outside. However, one parade ruined parades for the rest of my life. A man or woman dressed up as a dog paraded herself/himself over to me and hugged me. Can I state this person was a stranger to me and whilst other children would have loved it, I stood there and cried. I’m a strange child I know but there we go. Till this day I have not seen The Lion King in the West End purely because they are dressed up. I also remember going to see a pantomime and there were people dressed up as wolves and there was a younger girl than me sitting there enjoying the whole performance. What was I doing, hysterically crying. Yep, that’s me.

Let me know in the comments below what you find the scariest. I want to know the story behind it too.

As always thanks for reading, see you on Tuesday for a tour of my Halloween decorations.

Sophie Joan xo


  1. October 27, 2018 / 1:46 pm

    They’re actually pretty common fears. I definitely don’t like birds up close. There are so many pigeons in the town I live in and I HATE walking through town. They’re really brave and just fly at you, it makes me want to cry. I totally understand that fear, haha.

  2. October 28, 2018 / 1:02 am

    All you’ve mentioned are pretty much really scary especially if you see them up close. I’m generally just scared of horror movies/series because as funny as it may sounds, I do have nightmares about them and it will go on for a very long time— typically it goes for one month which is crazy. That’s why I try to avoid horror stuff but sometimes I’m just so curious and I tend to watch anyway and scare the shit out of myself

  3. October 28, 2018 / 8:31 am

    Clowns for me too!! Those and spiders!! My fear of clowns came about with my sister having lots of clown dolls in our room when I was younger and my brothers used to say they came alive at night!! Can’t stand them!! Great post xxx

  4. October 28, 2018 / 10:01 am

    Things that happen in our childhood can leave a massive impression!
    I don’t like people in masks as you don’t know who’s behind it

  5. October 29, 2018 / 9:10 pm

    This was such an interesting post to read! I don’t think I’m scared of a particular thing, but rather a situation like being in a small space or something like that!

  6. November 8, 2018 / 1:51 pm

    I really enjoyed this post! I am with you on clowns and not so much butterflies but I have a terrible fear of moths (Like really bad) Sometimes it’s good (and even) to talk about the things that scare us! Makes them seems a little less scary for a while! Great post!! xx

    Linda || Lindaroche.blogspot.com

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