At bedtime nobody was willing to make the round of doors and windows, and we were afraid to bring a candle into a dark room.
I was just as much afraid as anybody.

I am afraid now to be alone in the house at night.

I certainly was afraid that Saturday night when somebody, in bravado, suggested fresh-baked buns, as a charm to dispel the ghosts.

The baker who lived next door always baked on Saturday night.

Who would go and fetch the buns?
Nobody dared to venture outdoors.