Board Thread:Writer's Workshop/@comment-25418458-20140915034925

I walked the down the corridor of my house. The hallway was empty and alone, filled with darkness. There was no one there, but I knew my grandmother was just down the hall sound asleep. Though sometimes I forget she's there. I hated dark places, there was just something not right about them.They seem almost foreboding and mysterious.

The leaves on the ground crunched under feet. The tall oaks replayed the same scenary over and over again like broken record. I began to get lost in the trees. My candlestick was my last saving grace. Though i gave little light and visibilty, I still felt safe with its warm glow. Cupping the flame with my hand to keep it from the wind, but not to extinguish its flame. An inevitable fear still filled my stomach. My candle was running low and the hot wax burned my palm and fingertips. I knew that with in a matter of minutes, the light would fade and I would be consumed by darkness. Lost in this endless world forever. 