I remember in my old house I was convinced that every time I went down the stairs there would be something following and so I'd end up running until I got into the living room.
I did that as well but more so when i was walking up the stairs, i thought someone was following me so I'd run as fast as i could but it only made it worse.
When i was a kid i shared a room with my sister, she used to smother the walls in Take That posters. There was one in particular, a life sized poster of Gary Barlow she put on the back of the door. I was sooooo scared of it, especially at night time, i used to think he was watching me. I got up and ripped it off the wall one night, needless to say she wasn't impressed.
I was also scared of 'IT' the clown, my brother made me watch it one night when i was about 7, he told me it wasn't scary, it was about clowns... He forgot to mention it was a clown that killed little children. I wouldn't go up the stairs on my own for about 6 months after, i thought he was waiting for me.
Oh and there was an old wardrobe in my Gran's house that i was petrified of, i don't know why, i would never go near it. I thought some sort of ghost was gonna jump out at me... weird!
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