Afraid of the dark?
There’s a peculiar feeling I have walking through the streets of
Missoula at night, it’s an unsetting eeriness that is not instinctive to
Missoula, but rather to the night itself. What happens when you let
your overactive imagination run away with itself? Do you wonder what
may be lurking in the shadows? Or perhaps you've felt a cold chill
wash over you and the hair on the back of your neck is standing up? Do
you wonder what is right in front of you that cannot be seen with the
eye but undoubtedly felt in the pit of your stomach...?