My fear of somehow, somewhere a duck is watching me...

It's called anatidaephobia, this fear.

I'm not making it up and I really am scared.
My name is Ailbhe and I live on a farm with ducks.
One day, something...happened, although I can't say too much, you never knwo where he could be, that Mr. Donald.
I only write this when I'm sure he's not around. Although I can never be too sure.
I have to tell my story, I have to raise awareness about this.
I am not crazy.
(This story is a work of fiction, I am not really afraid of ducks and Ailbhe isn't really my name, but I'm just pretending ok, fot the sake of the story)

This story doesn't sound that scary, but trust me, it is. Join me, or don't, but if you do, don't blame me if you get anatidaephobia too!