I was once walking along a forest road in the night. I had a harmonica with me. My friend and fellow traveler and I stopped on the road to assess a fold, coulee, or small canyon (take your pick) the road broached. Above us was darkness and the hidden depths of this hollow. Sound was muffled and there was a chill, understandable with a downdraft from the hollow.
It is hard to say what happened next. I'd climbed the highest peak in Southern California at night with this guy, but he turned to me now and said,
"Did you feel that!!?"
"Yes. Like something's wrong up there."
"Lets keep going, get by this."
"Keep going? Let's go up there and see what's wrong."
.. ...
Much later he told me that was a defining point. Everyone he knew would keep on the road; I wanted to see what was wrong.
But I'm afraid of the dark.
munk