Fear of the Dark

I'm not afraid of the dark I'm afraid of what's in it.  When you wake up in a cold sweat and you know a sound woke you up but you don't know what it was.  You listen, holding as still as possible.  You even hold your breathe, at first you are doing it so you can scope out any sounds in your house but then you start to shallow your breathes in case someone is listening for you. 

When you're having a campfire in the mountains, you feel safe and warm.  Then you look behind into the vast blackness.  The shadows from the fire dance.  You realize you can't see very far into the forest but your fire probably can be seen from a great distance.  You feeling surrounded and put your cold back to the impending peril of the night. 

Playing hide and go seek, you are hiding somewhere dark.  As you stealthily hide under cover you begin to feel uneasy.  You can't really move and something begins to crawl on you.  Goosebumps spread over your skin, which becomes 10 times more sensitive to the tickling of the creatures small legs.  If you move it could bite.  You don't know if it's a black widow or a cockroach.  You freeze and wait. 

You walk alone and feel like something isn't right.  You hear foot steps behind you but when you look no one is there.  As your pace quickens so does your phantoms.  Once again, when you look no one is there.  You stop, hearing nothing but crickets and your own heart pounding in your chest. 

You're babysitting and the power goes out.  Something "bumps" upstairs.  It's just your imagination right?