There's not a whole lot I'm afraid of.
Pet Semetary freaked me out in grade 2. But that's because my cat jumped up on the couch near me right when the evil cat in the movie jumped at the guy and tried to kill him. After that, mum turned off the movie and let me watch SNL with her. Nirvana was on. It rocked.
Once my upstairs neighbours got their apartment door kicked in by some drunk guy. I stayed calm, called the cops, and didn't freak out even when I heard the guy fully kick in the door and stumble into the room right above my head.
I can usually walk down the road alone after dark. I've talked to some people who are completely terrified of this, and just refuse to do it.
Sometimes at night, I can even poke my feet out from under the sheet without sleepily wondering if a vampire is going to sink his teeth into my soles.
I just got my ass handed to me by a freakin centipede though.
The damn thing was on my pillow! I put my hand down for a second, and it twitched (the bug, not my hand). I looked over, and this thing was longer than my middle finger. It was freakin HUGE! I freaked out completely. I jumped across the room and shrieked. My roommate jumped up and came to look for the creepy crawly little bugger.
The next little bit is a bit of a blur. In a matter of seconds my roommate had his sandals on, attacked the couch with a Swiffer, and the bug ran away.
I am now sitting here totally paranoid. I keep looking over at my pillow, waiting for the damn leggy bastard to crawl out again. I have no clue how I'm going to sleep out here tonight, knowing this damn thing ran away. I know it's a just a bug, but it freaks me out. If it was a crazed maniac with homicidal tendencies lurking the in shadows here, at least I know I could out smart it.
Crazed homicidal maniacs don't scare me. Vampires with a foot fetish only creep me out when I'm stuck in that place between dreaming and awake.
A bug I can squash in seconds? Terrifies me!
