I'm still scared of the dark, and I also have a morbid dread of Christmas (Sorry, Peter). I;'m not talking about not liking it, but a total dread which starts about September, and builds up as it approaches.
In my younger days I would be suicidal, and in the Forces would frequently volunteer for Christmas duty, so that I could lock myself away rather than having to go home and face it with the family.
It's just about under control mow
I once knew a farmer's wife who was terrified of chickens.
When she had to go for the eggs she used to poke the hens off with a broom so that she didn't have to go near them