Have you ever gone down to the basement to get something out of the chest freezer? Just a small snack. You pull the chain light and take one step back up to the first floor when all of a sudden fear explodes, you feel like you are being hunted, you run like hell up the stairs, hitting your shin on one tread, not caring because you are about to die! Then you get to the top of the stairs and turn to shut off the light. Breathing hard. Shaking a little, still. Looking for the ghost who spooked you. It could have been a serial killer! Who is to say you weren’t just taking your last snack? Trying to convince yourself you are alright. You were fine the whole time, right?