[A knight without armor]

I wonder how you became fearful of the Easter Bunny. I bet you saw something on tv. When I was pre-kindergarden I was so frightened that the house would catch on fire. Even so young I did not want to tell this weakness to my parents. I'd make excuses to get up at night, like being hungry, so my mother would take me down to the kitchen and I could check the house along the way. Once I thought I saw red fire and stooped down to see it was just a red design on the linoleum.

Then later on and up until today my creep-out fear is haunted talking dolls or inanimate objects.

Whitney Strieber wrote in his book about abduction that he stepped out of his house to see where the aliens went but did not find them. He said later on it dawned on him that they were probably up on the roof watching down on him. That freaked me out. I still get weirded out and look up to the roof when I think of it. Especially on still nights. Just thought I'd fill you in on my terrors. Thank you very much.

[Maximus_Ridiculousness]

You're welcome!

My latest fear started when hubby left for Iraq. I spent 16 months alone in a small cottage-style home (minus trips to see family). I had a repeating nightmare that someone was trying to break in. I'd wake up in the middle of the night all sweaty and my heart racing. Then I'd think I'd hear something and I'd hold my breath. Nothing. I used to get up and walk through the house and check every room just to make sure. Nothing. But I would do this just about every night. Even when hubby leaves town for drill, I still can’t help but to get up at night and look around and check all the rooms. I keep a pistol on the nightstand too.