сряда, 7 март 2012 г.

Fear of the dark

 I walk down an empty corridor in an abandoned building. I think it might have been a school.
 I look around at the moldy walls and spider webs which are forsaken by their makers. Even the spiders have refused to stay in this foul place. Walking slowly I feel panic rising from the depths of my mind but it's smothered by the power that has taken over my body. The same power that brought me here and the thing that makes me so afraid. I wan't to scream and run but I keep walking. The song "Fear of the dark" is playing in my head.
 "No, please, I don't want to see it. Please don't let me see". The words first appear in my mind, tears start to run down my face. I struggle to pool away as my feet are leading me toward an open door. Inside I see a child, deformed, dirty, black goo running down it's face from it's mouth. I know what happens next - I know what it changes too. Finally I manage to scream: "PLEASE DON"T LET ME SEE!!!"

I wake up and jump of the bed. Sweat and tears in my eyes, shaking like a leaf I make my way through the room and turn on the lamp. I go straight back in to bed afraid to look at the corners and see something lurking in the shadows. Afraid of the Dark.
 I cling to one of my plush bears and as if asking it to protect me I once again say "Please, don't let me see" and than fall asleep again.