Isn’t it funny, solitude I mean—how we confidently declare one moment, “I’m not afraid of being alone,” but secretly harbor that spine-tingling fear of not being alone when we’re supposed to be? That is the scary part isn’t it? Not the alone, but the alone with somebody who has no right to be there, part—there in the dark void of midnight, silence broken only by the creaks of an old house settling (or is it something more sinister?), you feel… yep, a presence! Are you spooked yet?
It’s not really about the solitude, is it? Oh no. We love a bit of alone time—binge-watching shows with snacks unapologetically balanced on our laps. It’s when shadows seem to flicker, and every innocent sound—the distant hum of the fridge or something all-too-resembling footsteps—morphs into potential horror movie material. Oy!
Speaking of which, do you remember as a kid (geez, or maybe as an adult, no judgment here) playing detective? Tip-toeing from room to room with a flashlight, transformed into a mini-Sherlock. Underneath beds, behind curtains, in the closet where coats become creatures of the night—only to find things perfectly normal? It sounds silly now, right? (But we’ve all done it!)
The funniest bit? We consciously know there’s nothing there. Really. Our overloaded minds just cook up these vibrant scenarios out of—get this—boredom! But flip that light switch, and instantly you’re like, “Who even thought ghosts could be real?”, laughing at yourself while you retreat to your cozy nook on the couch.
Next time you’re feeling a bit on edge in an empty house, take a deep breath. Shake off those Halloween fantasies. Or just turn it into a treasure hunt for that old pair of socks you swore disappeared ages ago. Some playful laughter and a rational mind triumph over fear any day. Promise!
There–Not So Alone in the Night
