I lay here, restless and uneasy. Total darkness, total silence as I can only hear the tears of the suffering hit the ground. Suddenly, there is a tap at my window. Was it the presence of the tormented forever looking for their black souls? I slowly look to see it was a branch of a tree swaying in the wind. Then it is silent once again, I am alone with my thoughts. Then there is a howling noise, was that the wind? Or is it screams from the deep, dark depths of hell forever consumed by the roaring flames and black ash? My palms begin to sweat and my heart begins to beat hard and feel heavy. Again, outside, I hear ruffling of leaves. Is that the Reaper who comes to take me for my sins? My eyes begin to wonder around the room…who posses that shadow on my wall? My mind playing tricks on me, or is that the Angel of Death here to collect its bounty? I begin to shake in fear as I lay in my bed afraid and surrounded by night’s evils. Then I hear the creaks and cracks of the floor outside my door. Is that the Devil himself ready to take another helpless soul back to Hell? I pull the covers over my head and slowly begin to pray to the Almighty that I am not ready for what I am about to receive. Then, slowly light begins to fill the room. There are no more shadows upon my walls, and there are no sounds outside my bedroom door.
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