posted on May, 17 2009 @ 04:19 PM
I think the darkness has a presence to it and I am not all that comfortable being on my own in the dark.
I've had to get used to it because I've spent so much of my life living alone but it takes quite a strong effort to cope.
I will not have cupboard or wardrobe doors open in the bedroom when I am sleeping and I never have my arms out from under the covers. A few years ago
I was foolish enough to try to go to sleep with my arm flung over the edge of the bed and something squeezed my hand - now that wasn't a muscle
I've suffered very badly from night terrors which, of course, happen when it's dark.
Recently I had a funny experience. I woke up just after 5am and was trying to get back to sleep. I was alone in the house, except for my dog, and I
heard an awful moaning.
It was the same sort of noise as my housemate makes sometimes when he's having a disturbed sleep, but he was away that morning. So I hid myself
further down under the covers and tried to tell myself it was daylight now, so the night-creatures couldn't hurt me. And I drifted off to sleep.
Later in the day, while I was in the garden I heard the same terrible moaning. Only this time, I knew what it was. In the field down the road was a
bull who had been calling to the cows