Halloween topic...what scares you?

Deep water, after falling into a school pool when very young, strapped into my wheelchair. Long, long story.

Being abducted by aliens and taken to a faraway galaxy in a distant universe and plonked on a remote planet that didn't have wi-fi or catch-up tv. Seriously!

To be serious, I have a really bad phobia about footballs. When I was about 7 I was playing football in the street. I was quite tall for my age, I saw the ball coming my way and decided to head it. However my brother, who was a really violent psychopath, threw a house brick at my head. I headed the brick instead and my head was split open. All I could see was red blood before my eyes. I was rushed to hospital. Since then, I can't be around footballs. My logical mind tells me I should be afraid of house bricks, but phobias don't follow the rules of logic.

               'The wardrobe monster'...... and I'm serious!!  I cannot sleep in a room if the wardrobe door is open, even a tiny bit. I'm not bothered about the trolls that live under the bed though 

@SueHeath It was traumatic. Social Services were involved. My parents passed it off as "normal boys stuff" but there was nothing normal about my brothers violence towards me. I used to wake up in the morning and think "am I still going to be alive by bedtime?".

The football phobia has affected me all my life. When I hear kids in the courtyard kicking a ball around I get very tense, but I go out and face it. People kick balls around everywhere; I just have to be stoic and accept it. So I can sit on a beach and look happy when a ball is being kicked around, but inwardly I feel nervous and frightened, like something bad will happen. C'est la vie, I suppose.

@SueHeath I dumped my family years ago. No-one wants to be without family, but in my case it wasn't worth the angst of knowing them. My mum is at the centre of the family problems. She had an unusual form of Munchausen syndrome by proxy. Instead of physically abusing her children she abused us psychologically. My brother and sister didn't escape her conditioning and both left school illiterate, and both are totally nasty. My brother was notorious. I had to leave home and change my name to escape the negative consequences of the family name. To a point I had the strength of mind to stand up to my mum and I learned how to read, write and behave like a sentient human being; she couldn't stand it and despised me. My brother and sister didn't know that she had been married before and had 3 children who were taken away from her. She was then sectioned for around 10 years. They released her and the cycle of dysfunction began all over again when she married my dad. I met my half brother who was a chip off the old block. He was a thief, a philanderer (no woman was safe around him, he was featured in a News of the World article when he married a young woman, he was on the run from the police and her parents reported the marriage, and he was arrested a few minutes after tying the knot). He gave a whole new meaning to the term "brotherly love" so I dumped him. I met my 2 half-sisters. One killed herself. She was only young. So I have no family, but in my case that is a good thing!