The dark don’t phase me. House of Leaves got me a bit spooked up when I read it — I was 28 then, lived in the outskirts of the woods outside of Uppsala so lots of darkness around. I can stand for this, being spooked by a book as an adult, it was great — but the dark soon went back to normal. There are other things that makes me nervous with the night. Like sleeping. No, I like to sleep, but I’m afraid of waking up. Or not waking up. Not sure of which, perhaps both. Does that even make sense?