I don’t know about you, but I wish that when I was an impressionable wee lass that adults would have been a little more considerate of my nighttime fears. The thought of laying in my big bed alone (not counting my 39 stuffed animals)…in the dark (not counting my 4 night lights and the hall light and the bathroom light)… I could still hear the floor boards creaking and the wind moaning and tree limbs scratching on the window…and the sound of the TV too low to hear but loud enough to tell me that my mom and dad were at the other end of the house. What’s in the closet behind the clothes? Did I just see the closet door open a little? Wasn’t it closed just a minute ago? What’s under the bed? Is it going to grab my ankle and pull me under and eat all of my flesh and only leave my bones and the cartilage on my ear tops and my nose tip?