when i was 7, at nighttime when i was trying to sleep, i was afraid a cheetah or cougar was going to glide through my window and attack me in my bed. sometimes i would hide under the covers because i thought if the cheetah couldn't see me that i wouldn't get attacked. I also envisioned a wolf peering out of the painting that hung above my head on the wall. the wolf would slowly and silently arch its neck out the wall, with its jaws wide open, lowing its mouth down to my face. I would have to open my eyes and look at the painting to make the wolf disappear. I couldn't keep my eyes closed for more than 30 seconds sometimes because of that wolf. (if anybody is wondering what the painting was, it was a panting of the virgin mary. my mother had put it there.)