OK, so now is the time... at the ripe age of 18 (woah) to come clean. I am absolutely terrified of the night. Yes I said. You may laugh, you may go 'Oh my God, so am I' or you may say 'Sweet Baby Jesus this girl psychiatric assistance!'. But ever since I was about 10 and would come home after school and secretly watch 'The last of the Mohican's' with Daniel Day Lewis, I have had the greatest fear of a person, entity of the demonic tendency or a ghost coming into my house to disturb my mostly calm existence. Now don't get me wrong, I have a firm grip on reality, however my imagination has a firmer grip on the inner child within me that absorbs every noise, ghost story or scary film. And it doesn't help that my family has left for Cronulla for a couple of days, leaving me to work in my casual shoe shop job... and alone in our big, 90 year old, three generations ago house that creaks and stores possums in its roof. I mean most 18 year olds would be like 'heck yes, party at mine', but I am sooo the opposite. I even check under my bed, in my closet and behind the curtains. Yes, yes it's true.