![]() ![]() The eyes belonged to no one, and yet they were staring me down. ![]() The eyes were angry although there were no eyebrows or a face to match the expression. ![]() The eyes were blood red and the pupils were yellow, although nearly nonexistent. The lights were still, but as I got closer, I realized that they were not attached to anything in fact they weren’t lights at all. The further I walked though, the clearer the lights became, and the more unnatural they appeared. Perhaps someone had spiked the punch at the party and I was seeing double? Yes, surely I was seeing double, and I was looking at a traffic light. Two glowing red lights were in the middle of the walkway.Īt first, I thought my eyes were playing tricks on me. As I turned around the block, I noticed a peculiar sight. It was late at night and my eyes were growing droopy. The walkways were starting to collect water and the fallen leaves were no longer crisp underneath my boots. Many years ago, I walked to my apartment from a Halloween party. What I see only exists when the sun goes down and the lights go out. They aren’t created in relation to a pile of clothes or a curtain. The things I see in the dark cannot be explained. Any frightening shadow can logically be explained, so the fear fades over time.įor me, the fear of the dark is still deeply imbedded within my psyche. People realize that the monsters they create are just that creations that exist only in their minds. Over time, people become numb to the eeriness of the dark. A curtain becomes a transparent ghost, a pile of clothes becomes the silhouette of a werewolf, all because of the absence of light. At night, harmless objects cast horrible shadows that fool our minds into believing that monsters are real. The dark has a funny way of tricking people. ![]()
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