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  • When dawn finally, strongly settles over the woods, without playing hide and seek behind the horizen, and chases away the shades of gray, I can alow myself to at last blow out the breath i've held through the terrifying night.
    Night in the woods is unbearable if you have too big of an imagination. To know that you're in the hands of nature, way past the boundries of possible help, In the flimsy cabbin where outside the dangerous night creatures lurk...shiver. It's not the stupid fear of a monster that might rise from under your bed. In the woods, the danger is real. For anyone with zero experience, thoughts may wander to hungry bears and such with glistening fangs. Even sometimes to ghosts of lost souls that cast their dim light through the trees. And of course there are the sounds...those terrifying small shuffles and howls and creaks and the wind playing a ghostly tune through the trees; sounds that would otherwise be beautiful and exciting when the sun lights up the magnificence of the forest and your senses are relieved from the thick covering of shadows.

    The night has its beauties, too. But for humans, who's eyes can't penetrate the darkness, the sights are blurred and the sounds terrifying when we can't sense where they're coming from.
    The creatures of the night are our enemies. We rarely see them, they come out at the time we fear most, and they thieve our trash or rarely kill our kind in the stories we've heard. with no society around you, no one to run to, we can be on the verge of a heart attack due to the fright.

    being in the dark anywhere with wilderness and anything less then a handful of neighbors can set anyones heart beating faster. When it comes to the point where the shadows lengthen and the world dims, the night creatures, our prey, own us. Own the night which is as bright as day to them.

    Well, first day in the woods for me, and I came prepared. I've camped out here before. I know how the night shadows of the woods reach out and scratch at your consciousness. How the sounds chill your blood and and make you freeze under the covers, as an instinct, trying to listen carefully and not be seen. With me I have a stack of sheets. A flashlight, a first aid kit, and a rifle at my side. I can make it to dawn.

    And, to add to that, I can laugh in the face of danger.
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