Caving Follow-Up & Good Horror

Yesterday, I learned a new word. The word is Ehrfurcht, a German word meaning "the awe of the supernatural and the need not to know", basically. We, of the English language, do not have such a word to describe the one thing that really packs a punch when it comes to creating horror. I mean, the scariest part of the movie or book, is when you can't ever get a look at whatever it is that's causing trouble, and leaving you without explanation, you think, "Could this.. really happen?" Explanations of the things we are supposed to fear only dissolves the fear. That's what makes Lovecraft's stories so spooky, because he never really tells you about the monster, or what it looked like, but only how just the sight of it would make strong men go mad. Fear of the unknown.
(Read more about this: What Makes Good Horror? @FearNet)

After discovering this word, I remembered Ted the Caver, and how much the "blog" really creeped me out, but once I read the story, and the monster, it's reasons and history, were spelled out for me, it was no longer scary, at all. I was actually kind of turned off. "What? Some random spooky thing from ancient times? Pfft!"
It was the idea that, a) this might have actually happened somewhere, and b) I had no idea where, when, or how, but all I knew was that bugger had eaten those fools and was just chilling somewhere in a cave in the country. There are caves in my state. And people go caving, all the time. Let it be known, I was prepared to go seek this thing out with everything I could muster and destroy it for all of time!
I was a little let down when I found out it was a hoax, but relieved.

See? It's all about the unknown.
I had no explanation for what was going on in the cave. Nor, did I really want to know. There's where an important part comes in. I didn't want to know. Basically, here's what I do when I'm scared:

If I can't see it, hear it or.. touch/smell/whatever it, then it's not real to me. Out of sight, out of mind. That's where I go when I get scared. Mind you, this doesn't happen often. But when it does - it's like a full mental and physical breakdown. (It's pretty frakking bad.) I'll curl up into a ball and hide in the corner with a blanket over my head until sunlight fills the room and I can actually see the lightswitch.

I'm rambling. The point is - I'm glad I learned this word. :)