Board Thread:Writer's Workshop/@comment-25597877-20151016015751/@comment-25597877-20151017032131

Ok with the help I was able to tweak it and keep your suggested paragraph breaks along with the grammatical advice to come up with this:

"There I sat reading heroic tales by the hearth, hoping the stories of adventure would take my mind off her. But the details only freshened the wounds in my mind; the heroine’s amber hair and soft green eyes only served to remind me of her sweet smile and flawless skin. I closed the book to walk to the bathroom when I realized that I had not turned the lights on. My sunset habit of illuminating the halls was forgotten in the books words. My terrible phobia of the darkness and I had been oblivious to the suns passing outside the very windows I faced.

“I suppose I could finish the book first,” I quietly told myself to ease my mind.

The climax passed with a happy end and I had nearly forgotten my predicament until I looked back over to the black hall. I looked out the window to see nothing, no lights but the ones within my dwelling. Not even the moon could penetrate the thick layer of storm clouds that lingered. To further procrastinate I decided to make myself a simple sandwich for dinner, piling the ingredients I pondered what I could fear from the dark hall and pitch bathroom.

Why there could be an animal in there for all I could know, a rabid raccoon from outside the window, the window that lets the darkness creep in during the absence of the sun. As I cut the meal in half the knife reflected the kitchen light, it forced memories of the headlights and her screams into my mind.

I opened an old wine, “her favorite,” I muttered to myself reading the label. The cold and harsh irony struck me without humor. This bottle brought so many fond memories, and yet the intoxicant within is what caused me all this sorrow. The pouring crimson liquid brought my thoughts back to the bathroom,

“What horrid corpse lies within my bathroom, what foul cadaver leaks scarlet fluid onto my tile floor, what carcass so terrible could be hiding behind my bathroom door?” I questioned, only to denounce myself for having such silly thoughts,

“why surely there could be nothing horrible behind that bathroom door, surely there could be no body there… not without a killer having placed it there.” My voice only worried me further, it brought up a good point I do say. The murderer could be behind that very door, standing with knife in hand poised to strike. I began to pace, it was only a matter of time before my bladder would fail,

<span style="font-family:"Helvetica",sans-serif;color:#D4D4D5">“should I go outside? Would the bleak darkness outside be safer than my own home?” I rejected the thought; anything within my home would have access to the outside.

<p style="margin:12pt0in;line-height:19.5pt;background:black;"><span style="font-family:"Helvetica",sans-serif;color:#D4D4D5">I looked to my car to be reminded of the accident, and my thoughts returned to her, the fairest lady to bear the name Corina. I called out to whatever lurked in the pitch halls,

<p style="margin:12pt0in;line-height:19.5pt;background:black;"><span style="font-family:"Helvetica",sans-serif;color:#D4D4D5">“tell me, who or what is behind my bathroom door, please tell me I dearly ask, is that you? My sweet Corina?”

<p style="margin:12pt0in;line-height:19.5pt;background:black;"><span style="font-family:"Helvetica",sans-serif;color:#D4D4D5">Silence. I let out a shriek and a screech, “what foul fiend does not answer! What Lovecraftian horror brings me this madness! Why must you remind me of the lost Lenore! By what foul intention do you linger in the darkness behind my door!”

<p style="margin:12pt0in;line-height:19.5pt;background:black;"><span style="font-family:"Helvetica",sans-serif;color:#D4D4D5">And with a crash I threw my plate into the dark, with a smash my glass hit the wall. I threw a nearby lamp into the void of my hall,

<p style="margin:12pt0in;line-height:19.5pt;background:black;"><span style="font-family:"Helvetica",sans-serif;color:#D4D4D5">“darkness so foul, do you wish to extinguish all the senses! The blackness consumes any vision, and the silence you give me is only broken by my own actions and voice, the dark has neither taste nor smell! You cannot touch it yet it still exists!”

<p style="margin:12pt0in;line-height:19.5pt;background:black;"><span style="font-family:"Helvetica",sans-serif;color:#D4D4D5">Feeling of sorrow, fear, loss and dread leaked out into tears as I wept. I wept like a child without a mother to comfort him. After a long while I could no longer fight the urge to use the bathroom, so I walked. I walked down the hall feeling the crunch of glass beneath my shoes; the cold handle of the doorknob chilled my hand as it turned. I opened the door and what I saw was so foul, so terrible and horrible, worse than my greatest fears, things better left shrouded in darkness this thing was not human yet very human at the same time, more ghastly than any fiend of the hells or any creature of unfathomable origin. And I screamed."

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