Right now, the sun shines in the sky, and the birds sing as they settle down to eat at the feeders. It is a day, a morning, where we should be able to settle in and enjoy the sunlight.
I’m not certain about you, but I can say, with complete authority, that I will not be doing so.
It’s my own fault, really, why I’m not enjoying this day.
How can I?
I made the foolish decision to read ‘just one or two stories’ of the new Night Terrors book in bed last night.
I haven’t slept yet.
Yes, yes, I know, I’m afraid of everything, so, what’s the big deal?
Even though I’m afraid of everything, sleep rarely eludes me. Well, last night was one of those rare occasions.
I ended up in the den, seated in my chair with all the lights on and the television, too. Yes, I had the volume down so as not to disturb my family, but I wish I could have the volume up.
The noise would have been comforting.
Proof that the dark things I am afraid of are products of my imagination and that of others. Proof that there is no monster waiting for me.
But there is no proof.
In fact, the authors in Night Terrors offer up evidence to the contrary.
They show us that there is horror out there to be worried about.
Come on, sit, and be terrified with me.
Other volumes in the series:
See you in the shadows,