What is about the darkness that inspires men to put words to paper, invoke fear in children and cause the imagination to run rampant?
I thought of these questions each time I walked the stairs.
As I performed an hourly equipment check, I glimpsed out the window at the dark and wondered.
I let the fear of walking around a desolate building, alone, as a woman, in the middle of the night unnerve and inspire me.
Why am I afraid of the Dark?
Why are you?