After watching a show about serial killers my steps are a little tentative walking into my dark backyard to get my rolling trash can. The surrounding woods are noisy at night, so it would be hard to hear someone creeping around. I pause for a moment to let my eyes adjust to the darkness, hoping I don’t see any movement.

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