It’s not the dark that scares me.
The night conceals the dastardly deeds of heartless men, but they do not scare me.
The surroundings dim and furniture fades. There’s no longer the daily distractions. No one but the nurses to keep me company, but loneliness is not what scares me.
The ghastly ghouls and monstrous murderers that lurk in every corner of dreams. The creature that reaches up from under my bed and drags me screaming into the abyss may be haunting, but nightmares do not scare me.
The pulsing beeps turning into a high-pitched hum and the fade to white; that’s what scares me.