I don't know if it qualifies as a fully fledged fear, but I hate mascots and people in costume on any day other than Halloween.
It might have something to do with Disneyland when I was 3. We were having breakfast, and Aladdin came to our table. He frightened me, so I hid under the table cloth at my mom's knees. He thought it would be a good idea to climb under the table to get me. I remember screaming and crying and not much else.
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