George ran to the top of the stairs, brief panic in his chest. It was a childish thing, he knew, but since he was a kid he always felt like something was watching him in the dark. It took great care in stepping in time with him, so as to not alert him to its presence. He knew it wasn’t real, things in the dark don’t exist in a world with the internet and science. Still, something primal in him boiled with terror whenever the darkness was at his back.