Because the darkness squeezes you inside yourself, you get cut off from the outside world, the imagination takes over. The hours go by and you lose your gyroscope; your mind starts to roam. You think about dark closets, madmen, murderers under the bed, all those childhood fears. Gremlins and trolls and giants. You try to block it out but you can’t. You see ghosts. You blink and shake your head. And then later, after enough time passes, thing start to get bad.