Enough of that, I digress - Here's what I'm most afraid of....darkness and basements, or dark basements. When I was a little girl, I had an uncle who was about seven years older. He used to tell me ghost stories about ghosts in the basement. We kept potatoes and canned goods in a room in the basement on the farm. So he would say that a little girl went to the basement to get some fruit for her mother, when a ghost warned her not to tell anyone he was there. The little girl grabbed the fruit and ran up the stairs to tell her mother that there was a ghost in the basement, but the mother just laughed at her.
That night, as the little girl slept, the ghost crept up the stairs from the basement, one step, two steps, three steps, four steps. Then he climbed the stairs to the little girl's room....one step, two steps, three steps, four steps, five steps. When he got to the little girl's room, he started removing the covers....one cover, two covers, three covers...then GOTCHA! He would grab me. To this day, I cannot walk up the stairs from that basement that I don't feel that the ghost is right behind me!
Okay, so what are you afraid of? Let's have a little fun on Halloween!