Halloween gives fear a playful costume, but Shakespeare’s line points to something more familiar: imagination can make what might happen feel larger than what is happening. Macbeth is frightened not only by the world in front of him, but by the future his mind is constructing. We do this in quieter ways all the time. A possibility becomes vivid enough to feel like evidence. Returning to the present does not guarantee safety, but it can restore proportion. What becomes smaller when you return from imagining to what you actually know?