I'm still afraid to sleep alone.
As a kid, I used to make sure my covers were stuck under the matress and my toes firmly hidden. Most of the time, I couldn't sleep because of the random sounds the house made.
I still have nightmares, but for some reason they have gone from horrifying, sweat-breaking, screamily nightmares to stupid nightmares that won't bother me the next day.
For the next two nights I have to sleep alone. Most likely I'll keep the bathroom light on. Silly. I'm 28 ffs.