| I'm very curious to see if this occurs in others, or if I'm just a freak. When I was a child I was never afraid of monsters under the bed. Every once in a while an irrational fear would hit, such as "I know somebody is in my closet." While I would fear it, I would realize that it was irrational, even as a child.
But to this day, when I turn off the lights in my bedroom, terror seizes me as I run to my bed and will exist until I'm under the covers. Once I have a few blankets on top of me, I guess everything is okay and the panic subsides. I wonder why this occurs, it doesn't make any sense because I don't fear that there is something in the room with me, and if there was, why would covers keep me any safer? Just a strange quirk of mine I guess. | 
