Board Thread:Writer's Workshop/@comment-33137883-20191005042844

The darkness engulfs you wherever you glance and turn. It is everywhere and washes over you as if a soft blanket. Its welcoming arms call out to you to get lost in them. The darkness is a lost mother, holding you in her warm embrace and silently lulling you to sleep.

She looks so faded that one wishes to ask her the reason for her weariness, but she will merely smile a smile that never reaches her eyes and continues to hum the melody that haunts you during your sleepless nights. She is so kind and yet so cruel; your heart aches for her disheartened features and everlasting misery, and yet your heart beats just at the thought of her warm hands and lullabies.

The Darkness shall eternally lurk in the depths of your mind of which you have lost and forgotten, waiting and watching silently for the day you may set her free and let her lovely voice fill the void as you drift off to sleep...

Doesn't it all sound so wonderful?

I had made the same foolish mistake 4 years ago, while I lay in my bed and pondered what I was to bake for my daughter's birthday. She was to turn 13, and I planned on making it the best night of her life. While I lay, an eerie feeling washed over me, and my hands went cold. I could feel the temperature drop, and I struggled to sit up and check if the dial on the wall was broken again. I choked back a scream as I realized what on earth was wrong.

A 6 foot tall woman stood in the doorway. The reason for my fright was much, much more sinister than just that; for her disfigured face and disproportional eyes watched me silently. A raspy voice spoke as if from nowhere and everywhere at the same time. With much horror I realized she had no mouth! I began to back away but she outstretched her claw-like hands until they quite literally engulfed my entire being, and held me secure in her arms. I could not scream once a warm feeling washed over me and overtook my entire being.

"Old mother, help me!" The horrible crunching of bone was audible as the woman's neck craned towards me. There was that almost musical voice, with something always off about it the more I listened. The only thing she did was sing the same phrase over and over again: "Pueri mei sedatos esse, vade ad somnum puer meus" I, of course, had no idea what she was telling me. But I recognized the haunting tune of the melody.

"Old mother?? Lord have mercy upon us all..." Old mother was the spirit that often lulled me to sleep when I had trouble sleeping. My grandmother had warned me about Her. "The Darkness," Granny called Her, and yet I thought it was the rantings of an old woman. I was warned so many times, and I refused to listen. I believed Old mother to be a good force; a broken mother, a broke soul, simply seeking freedom. Oh, how very wrong I had been. If only I had seen sooner the cause for my Grandmother's death! Suffocated, they said, suffocated during her sleep!

That night, the night that finally I gave in to Old mother's begging and sobbing to set Her free from the darkness; the moment I delved into the ritual She instructed me with, that night was the night my Grandmother passed away. How could I have been so blind?!

I recalled the chant I had spoken during the ritual and a final, desperate thought came to me: Grandmother had said that any spell, if said reversed, would reverse the havoc it had brought upon the world. So I squeezed my eyes shut and tried to breathe.

The crushing force of Her welcoming arms consumed my entire being and only continued to claw its way into my mind and heart till I was no more. I tried to beg her, I tried to scream and cry, but her dark world was crushing me slowly. It was crushing my lungs and my head and my chest. I could not breathe, I could not speak. It was my ultimate doom that I had set for myself.

Suddenly, Her grip loosened. I did not hesitate a single moment and inhaled deeply.

"Per istam unctionem

sit hoc speclum consecratum

Et benedictum

et sanctificatum

quod habeat perfectam potestatem

ad demonstrandum nobis Angelos quos volumus

in nom

per istam consecratum

sufflationem descendat in hoc speculum

virtus spir scti, concitetur speculum scientia

repræsentandis ut spiritus exorciz impleat et ut

dubia ora et occulta reddantur perfecta et certa

ut se imperasse gaudeat per ipsum Dominum qui vivis

et imperas in sæcula sæculorum. Amen."

And with that, She was gone. The world spiraled into focus once more and the light flooded my eyes and stung them. I fell to the floor and grasped my shaking shoulders. She was gone! I could not believe it! A victorious chuckle escaped me. She was gone for all time. After that, I prayed all night.

Years passed without any sign of the Old mother. I was past the accident and lived my life to the fullest. My two daughters grew up to be lovely. One night as I was getting ready for bed, I heard the small whisper of feet. I glanced up absently.

My six year old daughter, Kassy, stood before me in the flickering light of the bedroom. She was barefoot and her hair stuck to her temples.

"Mommy?"

"What is it honey?" She looked at me strangely and walked over to the bed, climbing on and pulling the blanket over herself. She said nothing more and merely buried her head in the covers. "Did you have another nightmare, Kassy?" I moved to sit beside her and smiled warmly. Two blue eyes peeked from underneath the sheets. She proceeded to tell me her nightmare about the injured rabbit, and continued with:

"I woke up and the sad old woman told me I should go back to sleep." 