The Darkness There

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Written for a writing Prompt at the BoMoWriCha House.

Submitted: August 26, 2018

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The Darkness There

You are lost in a dream, a fantasy. Is it pleasant, or bordering on nightmare? Or is it like so many dreams, just a bunch of mixed up events from your real life that your brain is chewing over and spitting back out in a warped kind of way? It’s not your dream that wakes you up though, but a feeling, a sensation.

At first you are too groggy to even makes sense of the feeling. An anxiety of some kind, a feeling that makes the hairs on the back of your neck stand up. You feel just like you are being watched, which you know is completely ridiculous because aren’t you alone in the house?

Ridiculous or not, that feeling lingers, intensifying by the minute. Who would possibly be watching you sleep? And why? They must have incredible night-vision to even be able to make you out, because you cannot see a thing in the blackness of your room.

Better perhaps to slide further under the covers. You pull them up but only to eye-level. You cannot give up the chance to catch a glimpse of this invader. Their eyes are boring in to you. You want to squirm, to crawl away, but not being able to make anything out brings with it its own problems. Paralysis! You simply dare not move. Maybe you’ve not been seen, noticed; if you just stay still they will perhaps assume the room is empty and leave.

It’s not working though, is it! Now, not only can you feel yourself being held in place by the gaze of a pair of unknown eyes, now you can hear breathing. It’s more than a sensation then. The sound you can hear proves that there really is someone, or something, there.

What if it is a rapist? A thief? What if it is an assassin? But realistically, who would have set an assassin after you. You are no one special. You don’t have any real enemies that you know of. Could it be the guy you pushed in front of at the bar the other night. Perhaps he was one of those crazies come to exact his revenge. No, that’s plain silliness; your imagination is running away with you.

You need to get a grip on yourself. There is nothing there! You are on your own inside your room with nothing more than a case of the night terrors.

With the greatest of reluctance you start to move, just a hint of it, no dramatic leaps from your bed. The breathing is louder, nearer; if you’d not attracted it’s attention before, you certainly have now. A rasping sound, not smooth breathing. It is leaning forward over you now. If you could force your eyes open you’d see who it was. Can you do it? Can you bear to look? Can you really allow yourself not to?

Your eyes snap open and it is like you are staring in to a blackness so deep, so endless, an endless chasm of darkness. You feel like a part of you is being drawn up, drawn in to those eyes, that mouth, sucked down, consumed.

And then suddenly it draws away, as though it has now got what it wanted. Those eyes are no longer boring in to you; that rasping breath has left your face. It’s going now, although you cannot hear it’s footsteps.

The door opens and there is a slight increase in light; enough to give you a glimpse of your intruder as they pause to pull the door closed behind them. You can’t help wishing that you had not looked, that complete ignorance would be bliss. For one thing is certain – whoever it was was far from being human.


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