Okay, I will admit publicly, and one time only (even though you may read it as many times as you will; I have no power over that):
A few years ago, I had a very real fear of the dead. Not death, that will come, it is coming, and I might as well take it as it comes. Carpe diem, as they say.
But the dead. Ghosts, zombies, the general dead. It started when I stupidly watched a (supposedly) real ghost stories show. Now I've watched that show again on YouTube, I can tell it's fake, and I can sleep soundly (not naturally, I'm an insomniac; I have pills strong enough to knock out a bull elephant).
It's still embarrassing as hell, but I'm glad I got it off my chest.