The Light Bringer

Its late at night, you lie in your bed within a darkened room just like you would do every night. You snuggle to get comfy as you drape yourself in the covers, you still cannot sleep however, it is rather stuffy within the room but soon tiredness would over come you. You attempt to shut your eyes hoping to go to sleep but to no avail, so you think to yourself that you might as well stare into the darkness of the room for a while, not that it would make a difference when you cannot see anything regardless, but you hope it would tire you out. The sound of the clock ticks on to three in the morning, still in the pitch black room, restless and still very much awake, it feels like an eternity of unrest, eyes wide open and slowly being more swollen, but no sign of tiredness. You eventually decide close your eyes, staring into the dark was not helping, hopefully then you would finally go to sleep, which is great and all, but as a minute goes by you are soon interrupted by the creek.

Instinctively you open your eyes into to the darkness, only to find in middle of the room a torch. Not the typical flash kind either, but rather one lit by flame upon a wooden handle. Strangely the only part of the room it illuminated was figures hand that was holding it. You sit and stare, scared and intrigued at the sight of the light, but more importantly the long skeletal fingers, grayish skin and long dagger like finger nails  that held it. You don't want to get out of bed, you would rather try and close your eyes and your head under the covers like you would as a child, and yet you get out of bed, you stand in your room and walk towards the light, still being consumed by darkness.

The figure holding the torch begins to walk out of your room and you follow suite, again you want to go back to bed, where it safe and comfortable, but you keep being lead by this alluring shade of light. You creek one foot at a time as you walk down the stairs, echoing the strange figure that is in front of you. You begin to see the light to reflect more of the figure as it leads you to the front door of your house, again, none of the surroundings are brightened, you see the hand  is attached to an arm and a socket, it is thin a boney, like the arm of something that had been reprieved of any nutrition or food, you also see drooping from the elbow joint was the sleeve of the black robe it was wearing,old,  hand stitched and ragged.

The front door opens, you refuse to go, try as you may to talk, you cant, you keep following him, walking endlessly without a choice. You expect to feel the cold breeze outside as you step one foot out of the door, but yet nothing. The surface you are walking on is not of the outside world,but rather nothing, it feels like there is no surface whatsoever that you are standing on, it freaks you out even more but keep walking to the light. It should be noted that you are no longer in your front garden, you never were to start with, there would of been at least some light reflecting off the car or the garden wall that surrounded the house, nothing. Not even the street lights were to be seen, just you, in the mouth of darkness as it consumes you. Then you stop, The figure stops. Both of you standing facing each other in this room of nothing, the worst part is there is no sound, no wind, no sounds of vehicles, not even sounds of life, it was if the world had died. You look back, the door is gone, like it was never there to begin with, a figure of imagination. You turn back around to the creature, it was right up against your face. It's light had gotten brighter, illuminating it more. You feel a cold chill down your spine, your heart begins to beat faster as you panic at the sight of thing's Face. You try to scream as it smiles with those razor sharp teeth, You try to shut your eyes as it's decayed corpse like skin and cracked ceramic eyes look back at you, every muscle in your body tries to get out of there as its other hand rigidly and slowly grows closer towards your neck, and then the torch goes out.

You find yourself in your bed. You lean up, cold sweat and panting from the experience, limbs full of pins and needles. It takes a minute until you realize the beam of light coming from the gap in your curtain. Day had dawned, the morning had started and you sit there eating breakfast completely disregarding the nightmare that you had and you proceed with your day as if nothing had happened. It was a dream after all, dreams cannot hurt you. Of course that would be debatable, when you sit there at night, lying bed, hearing creaking within the house, seeing the torch light in the distance, when the sound dies off, and you think you feel a cold dead hand grasping at your neck.