Not usually when I'm writing, Vanessa--but I live alone out in the boonies, and on occasion will get myself good and creeped out.
Then I have one of those horror-movie moments about whether to get the flashlight and go outside and investigate that weird sound that I'm 99.9% certain is just a branch against the roof...but what if it isn't, then I'm the dumb chick from the bad movie, outside in the dark yard, with nothing but a dumb flashlight to defend myself against whatever weird and horrible thing is crawling around on the roof over my head--while everyone watching the movie cringes and yells at the screen, "GAWD! Don't go OUT there, stupid!" But she does it anyway and then....
No. Never mind. I don't wanna talk about it anymore. I have to go to bed now. See ya'll tomorrow.