I'm not afraid to say it,
I'm afraid of the dark, but not that
the lights are off in the house type dark.

I mean that true darkness that middle of the night standing outside, you can't see your hand in front of your face dark.

The type of dark where every noise you hear gets your imagination racing with the thoughts of impossible creatures lurking in the night, or the escaped killer waiting for you to slip up and step to close to the bushes or tree your walking past, and then that's it your gone.

So you take off running down the street like an idiot only to make it home time and time again unscathed and perfectly fine mad at yourself for letting your imagination get the best of you saying never again will I let myself be so stupid running away from nothing.

Only to repeat the same actions the very next day.