For the Scaredy Cats in the Room

Welcome to "I'm Afraid of Everything Land", population 1.  Well, ok, I'm not afraid of literally everything, but close to it.  The dark and I are definitely not friends, and I'm not ashamed to admit it. 

It took me a while when I was little to realize that the best way to avoid the nightmares was to avoid the scary movie before bedtime.  I still to this day will not even watch some movie trailers, depending on the level of scary.  No Paranormal Activity for me...  Go on, point and laugh, but I'm still not going to taint my eyes with the poltergeists exorcisms on screen.  I think it has something to do with being a writer.  My imagination is a crazy place (be thankful you're only caught inside for short periods of time by way of literature) so a scary dream in my head is no fun at all.

And I said all of that to say that Halloween is almost here and I think I want to do a haunted corn maze.  Yeah, yeah, I know.  I'm such a consistent person.  I can't explain my reasoning, but this sudden urge to scare myself to death and not be able to sleep until Christmas just hit me all of a sudden.  I'm wondering if anyone else has gone through one before.  Is it as bad as I'm planning for it to be?

Hopefully I don't end up being the one calling someone to come and get me out.  That would be a bit more embarrassing than admitting my fear of the dark.