Most things in life aren't scary until the sun goes down. The simplest things we do oh so carefree become terrifying tasks when only lit by the moon. It's not just human, even in the animal world the predators come out at night. Sure they exist during the day, but they flourish in the dimmet, eventide, witching hour. Even Shakespeare was familiar with such a feeling.
Tis now the very witching time of night,
When churchyards yawn and hell itself breathes out
Contagion to this world: now could I drink hot blood,
And do such bitter business as the day
Would quake to look on.
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