I find myself terribly anxious with the fear of ghosts often these days. More so at night, of course. I find walking down my hallway difficult, like it was when I had yet to experience puberty. When I'd be near petrified and nervous at every noise and mind trick. I got over it, and I could watch Ghost Hunters and shows of the like without a problem. But for some reason, it all returned on halloween, as I talked about a couple of entries ago.
The Ghost Hunter Marathon was creepy, indeed. And now, whenever I'm walking down my hallway and entering the bathroom [that's the creepiest] in the dark all I can think about is the shit I saw/heard on those shows. I don't like it.
In digital photography I spend my time reading up on hauntings in various places [like Pike's Place Market in Seattle, my favorite place] and in my hometown, one of the most haunted places in Southern California. There, I'm not afraid. But it carries over to nightime and it's haunting, no pun intended.
I wonder what my fear relates back to, or why it ignited again. I wonder if I just never coped well enough with it, or if I'm some kind of a medium [haha] or what.
Let me know what you think, please. I'm keeping an open mind. It could be as simple as a silly childhood fear