A childhood belief about people

After watching a vintage Disney cartoon, and hearing other tales of that strange time called midnight, I arrived at the following conclusions:

1. Night and day occurr simotaniously all over the globe.

2. At midnight, the dead walk the earth.

It was terribly disturbing to think of these dead souls, wandering the landscape, rotting and miserable, some with their existances worn down to a single skull and spine, dragging itself along by worn teeth.

Naturally, I knew that these dead, although horrible and frightening, had no business with, and thus, meant no harm to me, and so I must expose myself to their existance.

I watched my clock and waited, patiently. Midnight arrived and I approached my window, ready to be terrified by the vision of what, I myself, would one day be.

No one was there.