Over-Active Imagination
I’m perfectly comfortable leaving Abigail alone to sleep upstairs by herself in the closet, but going up and down the stairs in the dark in the middle of the night freaks me out. I was sure some “thing” was there on the landing and I was going to bump into it or “feel” its presence as I ran by to the safety of others.
– b
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It’s called a flash light
Funny you should mention “flashlight”. The people that own the house we’re renting are British. The “Welcome to our Home” pamphlet clearly states where the “torch” is in case of an emergency.
I’d hardly call my fear of the dark an emergency. Maybe ridiculous, but definitely not an emergency.