The dark. No kidding. I slept in my parent's room till I was 13. Imagine 4 people all cooped up in one room. The maid was sleeping in one of the other rooms and there was still another empty room but I refused to sleep alone. Why?

My dad LOVES watching black&white malay horror films. They freaked the shit out of me. Figuratively duhh. He has to watch them at night in the bedroom when we're all going to bed. There's this wall lamp at the dressing table so it sort of cast a shadow on the ceiling and it took the shape of a hood. And guess who thought that the "hood" was a ghost? Yes I know, I used to be such a scaredy cat.

I'm not afraid of the dark anymore.

We grow up and get past all these phases. Y'know what really scares me now?

Failure.