Just got back from a quick night ride, just around the city, across parks etc. Cutting across a golf course, through a particularly dark bit, I was convinced that all the worst monsters dreamt up by man were hot on my tail, and boy did it make me shift, but the fear was palpable. For the record, this was in the middle of a large city and I am 39 ffs!
When I was living in Haslemere I was terrified of riding off piste as soon a it got dark, but there it really did get dark.
It's damned pathetic is what it is...
