[i]Storytober: Day 3[/i]
[i]Phobia: Trypophobia aka fear of clusters of holes[/i]

I jolted awake in the middle of the night in a cold sweat. That nightmare had been, and still is, haunting me. A woman standing in front of me. Her arms, legs and even face had these clusters of holes that made me uneasy, disgusted, and itchy. Every time I saw her, she looked as though she wanted to say something but something was stopping her. Every time I woke up from these nightmares, I wouldn't stop itching myself. I've practically scratched holes into my arms, legs and even my face. They aren't holes like that woman had on her but the ones on me gave me the same feeling. I covered all the mirrors in my house so I didn't have to see them but I see my arms and legs every time I look down. Im practically a recluse because of this. I never leave the house because I don't want people to judge me. The itching sensation though has gotten worse. I've been feeling it on my chest and stomach and everywhere. Im tempted to admit myself into an insane asylum if this keeps up... maybe I should.