I have never been afraid of much, at least until it was too late to run . But when I was about 17 years old I met this big ass gorilla of a woman she was about 6’4” weighing about 300# with a Marlboro hanging from her mouth, her hair uncombed like every, red curly hair , wearing a cutoff tee shirt and one tit hanging out. I think she was married all though I don’t know if it was to man or beast ….. but there she was staring at me down by the boat ramp and licking her lips like I on the menu . It put the fear of god in me , I carried a 38 cal in my pocket but I just wasn’t sure if it would be effective for self defense against her. I don’t know what kinda phobia this is but it’s real it’s fucking real. To this day I will tear doors from their hinges to keep from being trapped by a woman like that.