I embrace my fears and call them 'eccentricities'.
I don't really believe monsters live under my bed. But just in case I'm wrong...
A lot of the time I play up to it. People call me mad, and I like that. I bet there are thousands of adults who give themselves the jitters about closet-monsters, lose sleep over it. Not because of the monsters but because they feel silly about thinking of them.
And me? I tell people I think about bogeymen all the time, and if it means getting a better night's sleep, I'll take away the very thing that makes me think of bed-critters - the space under the bed.
Does that make any sense? I guess what I'm saying is, people call me a loon not because I believe in stuff like that, but because I'll get out of bed in the middle of the night and do something about the thing which makes me wonder, "What if...?"