I am afraid to watch horror movies. For some reason they really capture my imagination and its as though they were true, even though intellectually I know they are not. My sons tease me about this, mostly because I agreed to watch the first two episodes of Dr. Who (I presume season 1, there were mannequins). I was scared. The third episode, the boys had to turn off the tv. I was really scared. I don't see how anyone can watch that show. Most of Stephen King's books are like that for me too. I tried to read Salem's Lot (I think that's the title). I was too scared to continue.
I am terrified if someone I don't know has a gun (like police chasing robbers). I was kidnapped at gunpoint when I was 19. I was in grad school, and a lot of were standing around outside taking a break. The police came through on foot and on motorcycles, guns drawn. There had been a jewelry store robbery nearby. I instantly snapped into protective mode and tried to get everyone to stop talking and to hold very still. This was because of the guns, not the police. We have open carry here, but I've never seen anybody do that.
I am afraid to jump out of an airplane. I discovered this when I went for my first jump, and all I felt was a nearly uncontrollable urge to pull people back from the plane's doorway. I was looking forward to skydiving before that happened.
I have been afraid of dying once. I'd had a heart attack and I had to wait for over an hour for the cardiologist to get to the hospital. Lying there, it felt like I was being dragged into a tunnel. I was scared to death that I'd die and leave my four teenagers with no mother. I didn't die, obviously, and I didn't see any lights or anything at the end of the tunnel. However I did read a book about near death experiences, so my mind may have made that part up *at the time*.
I felt afraid when we first moved into this house last December. At night, I'd hear strange noises. Everyone was asleep. Were there ghosts? I have never seen a ghost, so I'd believe in them. I couldn't ask my landlord, because any ghost would have to be one his parents. It turned out that my bedroom closet shares a wall with part of the living room. My dog was sleeping by the living room wall, and was kicking it.
Usually, I do not feel afraid. I feel worried sometimes, but I try not to borrow trouble from an unknown future. I can see all sorts of possible consequences to events, and I do heed those in the spirit of hope for the best, prepare for the worst. I am getting better at living in the now.
If I feel afraid, I listen to it.