This set of photographs attempts to capture the persistent anxieties around death that preoccupied me as a seven year old. Benign, ordinary places I regularly visited were always tinged with dread, fears of murder, being stalked, or a certainty that I was going to find a dead body. These fears were based on stories that were told to me, an exposure to the discussion of death that was unusual for most children, and a fixation on Catholic teachings about purgatory. The work revisits those places to consider how we learn what should be feared, how it attaches itself to everyday landscapes, and how inherited stories can define the way we understands danger, perceived threats, and fabricated boogeymen.