Thursday, 1 November 2012

Fear of the Dark

Why is it, when I'm alone and surrounded by darkness my mind thinks 'ow tell you what we haven't thought about in a while, Ghosts....and maybe Zombies'

                                                           Park entrance.

I've recently changed my route home through Windsor Great Park, previously I rode on the main roads through the park, although unlit, the cars driving past brought enough light to see me through the park. Now I have changed my route, I cycle directly through the park itself. Being a 'park' there is clearly no street lights, no traffic and no movement. I do cycle past a residential community in the park but again there is no artificial lighting other than the houses themselves, I'm fairly certain they don't give a shit who is cycling by and whether that cyclist can see.

                                                         Through gates in to the darkness (thats the entrance to a gated compound lit ahead)

Now I do have a bike light, it works and its actually very bright 300 lumens to be precise, but shit me its dark in that park.....

                                                         My light while moving

But why ow why when alone in the dark does my mind start to wonder.....every noise is magnified, every movement increased, eyes everywhere but I see nothing. Only the beam of light in front of me. I look behind me, see nothing, trees act as a canopy hiding the moon.  I approach a darkened crossroads, I know its there as I've done the route 100 times but I can barely make it out now. I see movement all around me, trees swaying, leaves blowing across the road. I look back again, image someones there, following me, I quicken my pace and a chill goes down my spine. I'm riding in the centre of the road waiting to see something familiar.......fuck I need to get a grip.

Ride through the darkness pussy. It is what it is, safer than riding on the road.

I love this song, Iron Maiden Fear of the Dark, its on loop in my head as I ride through the park.

When the light begins to change
I sometimes feel a little strange
A little anxious when it's dark.

Fear of the dark,fear of the dark
I have constant fear that something's always near
Fear of the dark,fear of the dark
I have a phobia that someone's always there

Have you run your fingers down the wall
And have you felt your neck skin crawl
When you're searching for the light ?
Sometimes when you're scared to take a look
At the corner of the room
You've sensed that something's watching you.

Have you ever been alone at night
Thought you heard footsteps behind
And turned around and no-one's there ?
And as you quicken up your pace
You find it hard to look again
Because you're sure there's someone there

Watching horror films the night before
Debating witches and folklore
The unknown troubles on your mind
Maybe your mind is playing tricks
You sense,and suddenly eyes fix
On dancing shadows from behind.

Time to grow a pair...

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