Not Afraid of the Dark

I am drawn to the dark.

I’ve known this was true about me since I was a little girl, when minor chords first grabbed my heart and spooky stories stoked my imagination. I’ve known ever since my first haunted house exhilarated me, leaving me breathless and wanting more, ever since I snuck horror movies late at night and went to bed smiling. Long before I discovered a key part of my Enneagram Type-5-ness was a fascination with “dark and disturbing elements,” I sat rapt—fascinated—as my cousins spun stories about ghosts that floated up and down a secret staircase to their attic. How I wished those stories were true.