Most people remember what it felt like to be a small child, when you were awake in the middle of the night, with the lights off, when every tiny sound scraped at the hairs on the back of your neck.

You know the fear of The Boogeyman. Alone in your room. A bump in the night. The darkness of your closet is foreboding. The texture of it is wrong. You tell yourself everything is fine; nothing lurks ...