Eremophobia

I entered a dark room in the center of the asylum. Shadows seemed to swirl around my feet, sucking me in. In a burst of panic, I fumble for a light switch. I flip it up and down frantically, but the room remains immersed in darkness. Fear settles in and deep down I know I'm not alone in the dark. Something brushes my back. I turn, but there is nothing. Nothing I can see, that is. Outside I can hear the autumn wind howling, and it almost sounds like laughter to my panicked mind. A low chuckle breaks my thought process, directly in front of me. I scream, but hear nothing in the overwhelming blackness. I'm being drawn in, drowned in slumbering evil, there is no escape...