October 1: Spooked

I am spooked by things that do not rationally scare me. Some things are scary. But I get spooked by dark basements and wind rattling the windows. I do not like to look at, or hold, old mechanical things, and one time I bought a pair of wooden knitting needles at a flea market that I have never been able to use. They had a bad feeling. Flea markets in general, actually. Opening the door to the garage at night. Having a dog or cat stare over my shoulder, at nothing, and maybe growl just a little bit. Houses with open crawl spaces underneath. Anything unnatural dug into the ground, frankly. I’m ok with caves. They belong there. Mines, quarries, basements, nope.