Board Thread:Writer's Workshop/@comment-27008899-20151010181719

There are many that fear the dark. It is not so much a fear of the dark as it is, what you cant see. Shadows appear ominous as they shift about the room. Trickles of light from passing cars make the dark seem even more threatening, as they illuminate strange images across our ceiling as we lay awake at night. We take the light for granted and pretend nothing can happen to us with our lights on. After all, that fiendish shadow in the corner is nothing than your coat hanging on the door.

Imagine if you feared the light as you do the dark. The brightness of the light completely drown out everything in your room. The shadows remain, but now they are little more than a dark smudge on a white canvas. Closing your eyes doesn't help as the flood of light burns through your eyelids with ease. The light terrifies you and you pray for night to fall. If you can imagine this, then you can imagine seeing the world as I do.

When darkness comes Again you see me but you pretend I am nothing more than your coat hanging on the door. You lay awake in bed and watch as I slither across your ceiling in the car light. You roll over and pretend I wasn't there. Sometimes you will turn on the light to make sure, but I wont be there. I so hate the light.

I wait in the corner as drift off to sleep. I stand over and watch watch as you chest rises and falls with each breath. I run my cold icy nails gently across you shoulders. You shutter and roll over on to your back, but continue your slumber. My hand caresses you cheek as the other begins coiling around your throat with long snake like fingers. I can feel your heart beating as I begin to squeeze. You know that I am there as you slowly drift back from mythical world created by your mind. Your torso bounds from the mattress as you gasp. You leap from your bed and flip the switch to see...nothing. Yet a faint whisper is heard saying

"please turn off the light." 