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In The Dark

In The Dark

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NOTE UNDER EXTREME RECONSTRUCTION Why is the dark associated with evil? Dark. Bad. Run. Hide. The human instinct of wondering the unknown can be questioned. Why is the dark so scary, the unknown so daunting, the undiscovered so evil? Why do there have to be so many lights? Why do the children around the world cry screams of horrific terrror, wanting nothing more than to see. It is because of the mosters. The monsters that lurk in the dark. On the otherside of our closet door, tailing behind us, underneath our beds, as they are always there watching us. The whispering shadows that follow you throughout your day, the haunting feeling that someone is watching you, the sensation of the fight or flight response when in danger. I am afraid of the dark. And I await for the day when I will finally know why.
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We knew something wasn't right from the moment we awoke. It was like something was missing - a part of our very souls - and we couldn't sense the deficiency, no matter how hard we tried. A hundred million eyes adjusted to the dark all at once, all surprised to be awakened so soon. We ran through our checklists of limbs and senses, drawing ourselves out of our dreams piece by piece. Some went back to sleep, unaware, unbothered, too tired to notice the difference. Some lay in bed, too anxious to stand until the light of dawn crept through their windows at last, and they were sure the monsters in their closets had gone back to sleep. Some leapt from their slumbers, more keenly aware than others that the missing pieces were important. But we didn't know. We couldn't have. Not until we found ourselves standing in the light and discovered: We no longer had shadows.

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