There are times when the darkness seems much more overpowering than it should. During these times, one can't help but look back to their childhood fear of the dark. Of course when we remember our fear, we remember the attempted solution – the nightlight. Probing deeper into that memory, the recollection of the dreadful shadows playing on your wall from that damned nightlight sear in your mind, each shadow creating a type of monster out of the toy rack against the wall, or that lamp on your desk, which only makes the fear more realistic. Naturally, during the day these items don't frighten you, but once that nightlight is switched on in the night, you're in a whole new ballpark; your childhood imagination runs rampant, making you imagine only the worst. Eventually, (to your delight,) that plastic chunk of glowing hell is finally removed. After this failed attempt, your parents say anything to convince you that nothing is lurking in the darkness – that it's safe. In the end, you somehow overcome that fear. When this takes place, we truly become a fool.

All right, I know, I know. At this point you're probably second guessing me –calling me a kook, set on the fact that you think I'm delusional and crazy How can overcoming a fear be foolish, especially one of the dark? It's fine, I totally understand. But maybe now it's my turn to get you to understand. You haven't seen what I've seen, been what I've been through. By the time you're finished with this, you may even be thankful to come across this series of events. Or, you could just take this as a bedtime story, a nice little read before hand, you could even completely hate it for whatever reason. If you're interested, you're more than welcome to read on, I greatly encourage it. On the other hand, if you think this will be the most boring read you'll encounter, (or just something that doesn't "strike your fancy,") I won't be offended if you close this book now, and go on pretending as if this never existed.

I guess now is as good as time as ever to introduce myself.