Stuffed animals, the taxidermy kind, not sure if theres a real term for them, I just always called them stuffed, lol. I think it's the dead eyes that always seem to follow you where ever you try to move. We went to a local museum one day and went into a room full of these big stuffed bears and lions and stuff, I was scared stiff.
When I was 7 my parents took me to Six Flags Over Texas, we rode a ride called The Spelunker Cave. There were dozens of little ugly gnome-like creatures dancing and singing, anamatronic spiders hanging from the ceiling with glowing red eyes and moving their arms around, not to mention we were riding a little canoe-like boat with a big ugly dragon head on the front facing the passengers.
Also when my teeth were loose I was always afriad to let my parents pull them, and I hated pulling them myself. Sometimes they had to hold me down to get them out, keep in mind the teeth were so lose they didnt really need to have much pressure apllied to come out. My parents were afraid that would traumatize me.
Yeah....pretty traumatizing, eh?