Chapter Six; Darkness Fell...Bang

Dear Reader,

I have always been afraid of the dark, I don't recall a time as a child when I wasn't afraid to lie in bed in the darkness of night without the comfort of a light in the hallway. I suppose it must have arisen somewhere at some point but I don't have any memory of it.

Stephen King once wrote "The thing under my bed waiting to grab my ankle isn't real. I know that, I also know that if I'm careful to keep my foot under the covers, it will never be able to grab my ankle."

I'm sure that, at some point, dear readers, that you have too been scared of something lurking in the dark corner of your room even though it makes no logical sense. But I think at that time in the night, logic doesn't tend to come into the equation. 

I wrote this story piece about a year ago, maybe it will resonate with you or maybe you're lucky enough to never have been scared of the dark. But either way, I hope you like giving it a read. 

Darkness Fell...Bang

"Darkness is a harsh term don't you think? 

And yet it dominates the things I see..."

Night time was the worst. The infinite darkness, the goddamned darkness that seems to stretch and bend time beyond anything understandable. 

At first Darkness wraps itself around you, softly, like a warm blanket, caressing you into slumber. 

But then...if you miss that first train to sleepsville. You're done. It's everybody out of the pool. You belong to the Darkness now and it's every man for himself, fair game. 

It creeps slowly, starting at your feet, understanding your fear, using it. Gently feeling it's way up your legs, making sure you feel it's claws catching on your skin as it goes. Before you know it Darkness has got you by the throat and it's forcing it's way down your gullet, up your nose, through your ears and into your eye sockets...burrowing its way to the organ it wants most. Your precious body part it wants to pollute...your mind. 

"Sweet dreams" it whispers in a raspy breath that comes from somewhere deep within your soul...

Goodnight, dear reader.

SP.