My childhood fear was probably the dark and my imagination. There was a nightlight outside the bathroom down a little corridor pretty close to my bedroom but it still didn't actually light up most of the house. When my mom went to bed, the house would be entirely dark if not already. I usually dreamed of these nightmares with vampires inb4twilight and zombies. It usually creeped the stuff out of me because I usually have to go to the bathroom or get a drink in the middle of the night.
True, True
My fears:
Something killing me in my sleep.
Yes, I got over it. But im still as paranoid as all hell
And when I was younger I saw my dad play F.E.A.R and I couldnt stay in a dark room for 30 seconds without crying
im still scarred D: