It’s Not Me

Look, I do great in the dark.

Growing up a tomboy, I had broken so many pairs of glasses. This forced me, on different occasions, to develop a broad sense of muscle memory. I can be nice and quiet in darkness.

It’s what the night does to some people.

It’s almost as if an internal switch is flipped, programming a darker side of the soul.

It’s as though their moral compass has shattered, and they have lost self control.

I’m talking about serial killers, murderers, rapists. Average humans harnessing a collection of demons.

But, consider this:

Perhaps they prey during the night in an attempt to lure or attack someone who is already afraid simply due to lack of light.

Maybe they bask in watching you walk fast to your car after being the last to leave from the office. Maybe they are being given a sample of what fear looks like on you.

The dark provides a sense of safety to them.

They can hide but still be watching.

Planning.

And, you?

You would never even know it.