I can't see myself

Darryl is scared of the dark.

At night, Darryl wakes up, grabs his blanket and runs to our room. We have to leave the door open. On several occasions, he has run into the door. The first time he hit the door, I was standing on the bed ready for hell to attack. I heard him start to cry.

The upstairs floorboards are loose. He sounds like a heard of buffaloes when he runs to our room.

When we turn off the lights, Darryl always announces "Hey, I can't see myself."