I am still afraid of the zombies.
So much so, that I won't go downstairs after it is dark out. There is a light on down there that I should really go down and turn out, but I just can't do it.
I leave the foyer and kitchen light on at night.
My cats like to creep me out by staring down the stairs intently, and then run away as fast as they can.
I used to like the dark.
I hate it when my husband is gone.