I'm afraid of the usual things (spiders, clowns, Havoc cornering me in a dark alley, etc.)
But I do have this strange ability to be afraid of anything once I've heard of it.
For example, I'm not afraid of zombies, because common sense says they don't exist. But after reading the excellent World War Z: An Oral History of the Zombie War by Max Brooks (author of The Zombie Survival Guide), I couldn't sleep all night. My mind was utterly convinced that any moment a member of the undead would slouch into my room (which, coincedentaly, is in my basement, only one exit, and no potentially deadly weapons in it) and kill me.
I'm probably being a pussy over nothing, but it just freaked me out.
I had the same problem with the horrible Doom movie, it kept me up all night.
I wish I had nerves of steel sometimes.
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