Chosen by Light

In a dark garage, in a shadowy basement, or even as you move across your bedroom at night; you feel something watching you. A chill race’s up your spine and an unexplained fear begins to race in your chest. You know that it’s illogical, that there is no danger lurking in the dark waiting to pounce. But you race for safety anyways; your irrational fear driving you to the safety of the light or the security of your bed. Reaching your goal you take a breath and shake your head, knowing how foo...