Last night the shadows lurked menacingly around every corner and each creak and moan the house made was shrouded with an eerie quality.
Drifting off into the realms of sleep I'd find myself jolted awake just moments later, senses heightened, sensing a presence.
Lying in the the darkness, I'd listen intently . . . . searching for a sound, something that seemed out of place. Turning on the bedside light I'd find my fears unfounded, yet unable to shake the ominous feeling that had settled over me, a fitful night of sleep ensued.
Why is it that shadows can be welcome friends during the day yet bring a sense of foreboding at night?