I used to think that the monsters and haunting ghosts in horror movies were terribly horrific. The thought of being helpless against a dark being, being chased and having no where to run. No where to escape to. I went through a phase where I was constantly checking every nook and cranny for monsters. Ridiculous, I know. That was before The End. These days, I spend my time roaming the earth in search for someone, anyone. As I scour every nook and cranny of the earth for life, I realize there is something scarier than an evil beast. The scariest thing about life is not knowing that something is lurking in the darkness. Itʻs knowing that nothing is lurking in the darkness. Or the daylight. Or any corner of the planet. The scariest thing is knowing that there is no need to run and hide. No one is coming. Ever.