Fear Itself
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  • Time 3h 6m
  • Reads 264
  • Votes 3
  • Parts 12
  • Time 3h 6m
Ongoing, First published Nov 18, 2015
What is it about the dark that makes us afraid?  Most people say that it's the not knowing what's there, but that's not answering the question.  Nobody really fears the unknown so much as they fear what might be there.  So then, what is it that might be in the dark that scares us?  What is it about the bump in the night that makes us jump?  What is it about the closet door being cracked open that makes us uneasy?  What do we think will get us?  Maybe not what, but who.  I've seen what's in the dark.  I've seen what causes the uneasy feeling to run up the back of your neck.  I know what, and who, fear is because I have seen...   Fear Itself
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