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Night is a time of mystery and fear. It�s not so much the darkness of it then the feeling of the unknown that it creates in everyone�s mind. A child sleeps with its trusted nightlight terrified of what would happen if it goes off. Unknown monsters plague the night, and only the slight hint of light will keep them at bay. This is no more true then the monsters them self. Sooner or later they are convinced that monsters are not real, believing there parents strong and convincing words. The dark is not something to fear and the nightlight soon loses its importance and the child grows up and admits to reality. Yet the hint of fear will never fully leave their mind. Even as an adult and telling the kids that there is nothing to fear there will always be a tinge of subconscious fear of that unknown. People find the time between twilights the most welcoming time of day. Everything is familiar and the feeling of the unknown is buried down until sunset when the lights dim and the world is once again clocked into darkness. The things that would be nothing during the day now have faces, and noises now belong to unseen creatures. I was not raised in this illusion. Since I was born the monsters had faces and names. The dark is a time of fear but there is no trusty nightlight. Nothing known to mankind will keep these demons away. Day is a time of child like innocents, night a time of fear and danger. There is no twilight no between times no time of childlike fear. Only pure grownup terror that a child mind refuses to admit is real. I was raised in this world. But though I was told my monsters are real they seemed no realer then the ones my peers feared, and kept their nightlight to scare away. I was never aloud to keep that sense of security. Nothing will keep them at bay, and the lesson I would rather learn some other way then truth and seeing. Yet they still did not exist to me, even after they took my family from me, I still lived in the bliss full innocents of a child�s mind. Even when I did admit my monsters were real I still lived in some form of ignorance. I believed everything was black and white, different as night and day. That�s it simple and easy. There were no shades of gray in between. No times of twilight where the light still can be seen before the moment of pure darkness takes over. Wisdom comes with many consequences. Mine was my way of thinking. There was no more coloring in the lines. Black and white existed just like night and day but like night and day there was something between, shades of gray. Good was still good and evil still evil but there was something in between that I have yet to discover. And as if some one has lifted a protective veil the grays become visible, and the truth becomes even more twisted

�Stacey/sly Raising Hell Studios