The shadows were dancing, Twisting, Taunting. Wrapping around me as I peered helplessly into the darkness.
“No one can help you now.” The words whispered in my head as the shadows morphed into something much worse. These weren't just harmless echos that danced on the walls, but were twisted creatures that could reach out and pluck you from your reality.
My breath came out in short bursts now, as my heart pounded a mile a minuet. My mind finally came to and I made my move. I shot into the darkness, hand outstretched as i fumbled for the switch of a lamp.
I could feel the cold breath of fear himself on the back of my neck. Sending goosebumps scattering down my spine and the hairs on my neck to stand on end.
I was finally able to switch on the pure light just as the shadows took hold of me. The light burned them. I could hear their shrieks of pain as they crawled back into the cracks in the walls, hiding from the harsh glare.
I sighed and fell back onto my bed as silent tears snuck down the sides of my face. Leaving salty trails along my pale cheeks. This was the second time the shadows have played with my mind today. Feeding off my fear until I’m able to reach the safety of light.
Some people thought of the twisted creatures as magical. I thought of them as down right evil. I huffed in irritation and rolled onto my stomach, reaching for the dictionary i kept on the side of my bed for homework.
Our LA teacher had given everyone 5 words to define: Preparation, Experience, Enigma, Plethora, Contradiction.
I pressed the head of my eraser to my lips as i flipped through the dictionary when i felt it. Looking up, I felt their hungry eyes on my and I glared into the air. They were just waiting for me to finish. To turn off my light. For their opportunity to strike. To be free from the light.
I would lay my head on the pillow, clinging to the small slits of light that fled through the blinds as the shadows slinked along the carpet. Feeling successful of their planning. Waiting for me to sink into a peaceful oblivion so they could melt into my dreams and drape a blanket of nightmares over my eyes and mind. Then I would wake in a cold sweat, listening to their cackles as I cried over the dreams- no, nightmares.
The shadows were cruel. ruthless, and evil. I have yet to see a pure shadow, and doubt the day will come.
