Horror films mean that I’m getting afraid of the dark

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I have to turn the hallway light on when I get up during the night to go to the bathroom.

Is this normal behaviour for a 30-year-old?

I’ve never had to do such a thing before, but all of a sudden I’ve developed a real sense of fear in the dark.

It could have something to do with the ridiculous number of horror films I’ve been watching lately.

But don’t blame me, it’s my partner’s Matt’s fault.

I’d rather watch the new series of Beverly Hills 90210 (it’s the last season people – how sad!) but he’s going through a real horror phrase.

This means I either put up with it or go and sit upstairs alone.

Considering that we only have one TV in the whole house (which is a little weird for modern-day living, but when the BF wants an all-singing, all-dancing new 50in plasma we can’t afford, the only alternative is to go without) I’m left with little choice really.

I actually quite like the odd horror flick – it takes a lot to really scare me, which is down to the fact I’ve watched pretty much every supposedly scary film since Nightmare on Elm Street, which now seems more funny than scary.

But it’s what happens to the mind afterwards that’s a worry.

I reckon I used to have a rather sound, solid mind, but now every time I nip to the toilet during the night I get images of something awful lurking around the corner on the stairs.

I’m well aware of how childishly pathetic I sound, but what else can I do? It’s not like the hallway light is going to protect me from the things that go bump in the night, but it just doesn’t seem as scary with the light on.

I’m actually embarrassed that I have to turn the light on before I’ll open my eyes and venture out of the confines of our bedroom and into the hallway.

What on earth has Matt done to me? Perhaps this ‘turning 30’ crisis is impacting on my mental health, because I’m confident the creaky noises I occasionally hear round the house are down to our about-to-break boiler and nothing more sinister than that.

Well, at least I hope they are. Oh Cheryl, pull yourself together!