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Why Are We Afraid Of The Dark?

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I’m lying in my bed in my room in Ohio, about to drift off to sleep, when I begin to hear scratching above my head. It’s a windless still June night, so the noise is rather strange. It stops then starts again several times — and soon, the scratching turns into the sound of heavy, dragging…

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