When I was a youngling I was too afraid to sleep in my own bedroom, so I doubled up with big sis till I was seven. Okay eight. OKAY. Nine. The main reason for my debilitating fear is acutely depicted above. That and the recurring nightmare that a witch would break into my room at night and rip off my comforter while cackling in witch-like fashion. That was it really, I never got further than that in my mind without whimpering into a catatonic coma. Alright who I am kidding, I'm still deathly afraid of this happening to me as a grown man.