I had nearly a mile walk out the village to my house when I was young and went through phases of being scared and being fine until it just disappeared.
Moonlit nights aren't dark CrazyDave, they're not the problem.
Even during a "fine" period I'd be stoating up the track quite happily when a noise would shatter the illusion and I'd be back to fixating on the slightly lighter earth of the track in front of me and just forcing one foot in front of the other.
A bad one was meeting a red deer. I'd seen plenty of deer, heard them call and rut and knew they were likely to be in the area. I'd hadn't, however, ever heard one cough/bark.
I knew it wasn't a cow or a person but outside of that it could have been anything(big). Why do they teach kids about Bigfoot?
If there's so little evidence that they even exist could finding out about them not be left 'till later in life.
The worst experiences were footsteps. I hated that.
One night I was ready for jumping over the fence and hiding in the field. Footsteps from behind getting closer - and closer - ......
Right when I was on the verge of total freakout I heard my dad say "Hey, that you Josh?"
Rechargable batteries weren't common then so using a torch all winter wasn't on but when I did have one I found it just made things worse and I'd be pointing it about trying to find the source of all the noises(even the wee ones that didn't usualy scare me anyway).
It's wierd looking back, and irrational - but no-one ever said phobias are supposed to be rational.
The only thing I can suggest is a walking stick. Carrying a stick to beat off imaginary monsters helped me no end. After a while I had a few of them stashed in the hedgerows at either end of the track and a favorate that came in the house(and was all carved up with little penknife doodles
).