*raises hand* Actually, when I was a kid I thought toys were secretly alive too, which was probably why to this day I feel sad when a toy was broken or lost.

Here's an example from last year when I was making my Horo costume:
My mom: To make your wolf tail, we can take a wolf plushie and cut it's tail off.
Me: I...I can't do that!
My mom: *sigh* Why am I not surprised?

As for illogical fear, I can't sleep unless I have a night light, does that count? Oh, a spiders, I can't stand spiders. *shivers*