My fear is demons and death (dying tragically) simply because when I was little I was sleeping, really tired and disoriented, and I heard a voice ask for a kit Kat (I know silly right?) My mind somehow imagined giving this "pretend kit kat" But I snapped my eyes open and turned around - it was like I saw a shadowy presence but I hardly remember now and I ran to go find my mother. Ever since then I've had my stuffed animals to protect me at the side of the bed (and for the longest I've had dreams - realistic dreams - of my death. I.e being shot, drowning, getting run over)
Wooh, sorry for the long post.
