There is something to be said for the night. The darkness holds a sense of promise, as if anything could happen. Maybe something good, like a handsome stranger or something with snarling teeth that whispers pretty things as it eats you. Thus, the night is a test. A test of fear and the sweet promise of pain. Meg Collett
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The night appears to be a safe haven for the average person. We dream and we imagine that anything could happen in the darkness and we can pretend that we don’t have to fear for our lives — we just need to be careful. But the truth is, the darkness holds evil in its grasp and it is only a matter of time before it comes out and tries to kill us. Those who cling too much to the beauty of the night will never see dawn.

Source: Fear University

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