Ethel Lillian Voynich. The gadfly (№ 72687)

I'm afraid... of the dark. Sometimes I just n e m o R y to stay one night. I want next to me was a living being... something tangible. Darkness, pitch darkness around... no, No! I'm not afraid of hell! Hell is a child's toy. I was afraid of the darkness in n y t R e n n I I... there's no weeping, no gnashing of teeth, but only silence... dead silence.