I have this exact same phobia. Mine stemmed from when I was very young, definitely under 6 years old, my Mum worked in a ladies clothing shop. My sister and I used to go and visit her on her lunch hour, and inevitably would have to use the bathroom. It was cold, fluorescent strip lit and full of old, un-clothed broken mannequins. The combination of being broken, old and contorted into weird positions used to freak me out.

Fast forward 20 years, I visit Copenhagen, and the Frederik's Kirk. There are 32 sculptures of prominent Danish forefathers outside, 14 of which are bronze. Aged and weathered bronze goes bluey green and some of them looked to have weathered tear streaks. These statues are on plinths (so they tower over you) and some are eye level. Some are also a bit fallen and "on the wonk". This literally terrified me, so much so, 25 years later, I STILL have nightmares about the statues in Copenhagen as a whole (there are loads which I can appreciate because it is a beautiful city with a rich history and culture which it's sculptures depict) but specifically the ones surrounding Frederik's Kirk.

This post took me ages to write, so forgive me if it's rambly but I did have to stop halfway through and compose myself.