Board Thread:Writer's Workshop/@comment-26163676-20160313055526

At the age of ten, I was living in a house in the middle of a small neighborhood. My room was at the end of a long hallway. During the day, it carried the laughs of children running in and out of rooms hyped on sugar and childhood whimsey, but at night, only darkness. The silent darkness and the overbearing feeling that something was watching.

I had invited my friend Josey over to spend the night. We were in the living room watching a movie. After it ended, I told her to stay there while I retrieved another one from my room.

I stared down the hallway where darkness lived, the blue TV screen still lit up behind me. I started walking and immediately wished to be back on the couch. I hear the pitter-patter of footsteps behind me. I freeze, not daring to move a muscle. I fought my fear and whipped around only to see the glowing blue TV screen. I turned back around and shook my head for me being so stupid.

A sense of dread began to grow within me. ''Was there something following me? Was it going to hurt me? ''I continued walking starting to count the feet left until I reached the safety of my room. 12, 11, 10. The numbers seemed to move slower as I increased my pace. 9, 8, 7. It felt as though the hallway itself was expanding. I kept telling myself that I was almost there, that when I was there I would turn on all of the lights and wait for Josey to pick up the message that I needed some help finding the movie, and then we could walk back together.

I felt a cold gust of wind down my neck, but didn't turn around. I broke out into a sprint counting the last few feet. 4, 3, 2. I grabbed the doorknob and yanked the door open as quick as I could. I could feel my heart beat slow down as I turned on the lights and shut the door behind me. I head over to my bed and sit down, waiting for Josey. It's all over, I think.

"Or is it," speaks a voice behind me. 