When it gets dark everything seems to hush, in the quiet, the rustling and the tiniest motions almost within sight and part imagination get me on edge. As the terror induced chill run down my spine and the silent scream gets caught in my throat, the little voice in my head shouts “Run!”
At times the urge to run is so strong I could hardly restrain myself and at others it comes so forceful and sudden that I am paralyzed. Hardly able to labor my breath, cold beads of sweat form on my forehead. When I can, I hurry into my room and shut the door quickly behind me as I race to my bed. And I listen shut-eyed.
Yet there is nothing but the harmless darkness called night. What moments before was sinister and full of malice enough that it gripped my heart to the edge of panic is now nothing more than just sleepy quiet. Until the door creaks and the scratching noises begin.