Once when I was a kid, it was late and I was the last one up.  I had turned all the lights off as was expected of the last conscious person of the day.  The hallway in my house was dark and foreboding.  Instead of braving a walk down the hall to use the bathroom before bed, I decided it would be much safer to go outside and whizz off of my front porch.  For whatever reason, I thought it would be safer to go outside and take my chances with werewolves and the ghosts of dead Indians that could get me, instead of going to the bathroom where a scary old lady could be hiding behind the shower curtain.

What was hiding behind your shower curtain?