I haven't called this "Phobias" because not all irrational fear are phobias. Example:
Me and some friends went camping on some land my family owns. Apparently, some tent pegs were left behind, so I went back to check. Sure enough, there they were. As I was walking back, bag of pegs in hand, (this was at about midnight, yeah I walk around the village at that time) every sound made me look around, shining my torch and bowels threatening to loosen with catastrophic results. I don't know what I expected to see, but it was creepy. My very vivid imagination didn't help, either: a branch snapped in the tree above me, and I snapped my eyes up, half expecting to see a figure crouched in the tree, clothes torn and dirty, foaming at the mouth with feral, predatory appetite.
Even as I walked, I thought "what am I scared of? There's nothing out here except me and the owls," but another part of me inevitably thought "or was that twig-snap the report of a careless serial killer with a knife and a stiffy?" Even the rational part of me, the voice the that was the first to scoff at the twitchiness of the other parts, thought "oh, shit, what the hell was that?" when a horse gave a panicked-sounding scream.
What scares you, even when you know it's stupid?
Me and some friends went camping on some land my family owns. Apparently, some tent pegs were left behind, so I went back to check. Sure enough, there they were. As I was walking back, bag of pegs in hand, (this was at about midnight, yeah I walk around the village at that time) every sound made me look around, shining my torch and bowels threatening to loosen with catastrophic results. I don't know what I expected to see, but it was creepy. My very vivid imagination didn't help, either: a branch snapped in the tree above me, and I snapped my eyes up, half expecting to see a figure crouched in the tree, clothes torn and dirty, foaming at the mouth with feral, predatory appetite.
Even as I walked, I thought "what am I scared of? There's nothing out here except me and the owls," but another part of me inevitably thought "or was that twig-snap the report of a careless serial killer with a knife and a stiffy?" Even the rational part of me, the voice the that was the first to scoff at the twitchiness of the other parts, thought "oh, shit, what the hell was that?" when a horse gave a panicked-sounding scream.
What scares you, even when you know it's stupid?