I'll gladly face broken limbs, blood, the biggest tarantula, the slimiest slug, the biggest lump of doggie poo on the carpet
without flinching but all my life dolls (kewpie, Barbie, Raggedy Ann) always gave me the creeps. I could handle a dead body but not one so little that it was doll-sized. I think it's from watching too many old horror shows about dolls coming to life and doing nasty stuff.