I am not afraid of the dark, No...I'm afraid of what its in it, the silence that cracks like the jokers laughter and shadows I see moving up and down along the corridors, the eyes on the walls would be looking at me and I would see horror as the hands were busy waving through the curtains and my heart would jump to its highest peek with fear as scratching sounds would be heard from the living room, I wanted to check it out but the footsteps in the kitchen pushed me under the bed, the sounds became louder and closer and It was raining sweat all over my body, shivering on a summers night was like an eclipse but mine appeared whenever I was in the dark by myself and it came with uneasiness as my body would shut down its whole...