"When I was young,
there was nothing more frightening than the shadows born of my bedroom night-light.
Back then, in my child's mind, they bespoke death and the legacy of the grave.
All the evils of man were moving in those shapes and forms surrounding my bed.
I tried many ways to get rid of them:
closing my eyes, praying to God, putting my face beneath my pillow;
but they never left me."
~from: When Shadows Fall
by: Brian Scott Smith
I knew I wasn't alone.