"the oldest and strongest kind of fear is fear of the unknown.” H. P. Lovecraft “Anxiety is the dizziness of freedom.” Søren Kierkegaard “We do not fear the darkness itself; we fear what our own minds place inside it.” Carl Jung
the dark unknown waits nothing moves, nothing speaks, yet my heart pounds louder not for what I fear may come but for what may still brood there a closed door whispers more scary stories than truth could ever reveal imagination breeds ghosts more heinous, when less is known fear lurks in shadows cast from vague, flimsy sources never once revealed, always the thing imagined too dreadful to be real
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