... or TV influences from my youth that developed neurotic fears that still haunt me to this day.
Twin Peaks... there's a scene with Bob peeking through a stair railing. I ran past the staircase in my home averting my eyes for YEARS convinced Bob was lurking in every dark corner of our house.
Then there's that Tales From the Dark Side, Inside the Closet, which started a closet door neurosis where I can not sleep with the door open. What made this episode particularly horrific was the fact that in my room I had one of those small storage closets that opened up into the attic, like pictured below. Shortly there after, I learned to leap onto my bed from the other side of the room so the monster underneath couldn't grab my ankles.
And yes, I am still absolutely terrified of reflective surfaces. Ooo Ooo, and dinosaurs. Animatronic dinosaurs freak me the hell out.