| I have to say I don't really have too many problems with the dark. I enjoy it most of the time. It the things that lurk there that give me problems. Knowing that on the other side of the fence I'm patrolling is a family of chimpanzees that would love to beat me to death with my own appendages is one thing. It's not a comforting thought, but at least I know what to pay attention to. Though wondering if the glowing eyes that are reflected by my flashlight are behind a chain link fence or not is sometimes frightening. I don't like the thought of wrestling with any feral animal in the dark. I don't like the thought of wrestling the ones that are trained to be around humans either. But that's besides the point.
However, my imagination sometimes gets the better of my common sense. I had a period of time where my imagination kept screaming about the zombies that were lurking in the shadows, or patrolling outside the windows, ready to eat my guts. Or it will warn me of the crazy psycho killers that are waiting to pounce. Or what have you. Stupid imagination. If I can convince it that I'm the one doing the stalking, it leaves me alone. But it doesn't like shutting up.
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