Are You Afraid Of The Dark? #FearFest
I could feel her there, growing up. Glimpse her hiding behind closed doors and open closets. But the older I grew, the bolder she got. Then began the tremors. The slightest of touches. Fingers moving across my skin. Calling my name, in the dark.
Like a lover.
Are you afraid of the dark?
You should be, too.
The darkness harbours uncertainty, shelters secrets and makes shadows where there’s light.
It makes fools of us all. It’s where she hides.
Then one day she became more than a trick of the light. A real reflection in the foggy mirror. A face.
I couldn’t breathe until she left.
I was the price that was promised, she said.
From above, I can see myself sleeping. I can myself breathe. I can see her. She’s come again.
She comes to take me home, she says. But her hands are cold and I don’t want to go. Not yet.
Another night, I wake up in a cold sweat. My breath is ragged, from the weight upon my chest. I can see and hear and feel, but I can no longer move.
And I can’t escape. She holds me so.
And I remember now. I remember Lisa turning pale as the life blood ran from her fragile wrists, finally free of the dark.
The scarlet against the skin, it was beautiful. But everything has a price, especially deliverance.
My body won’t respond to my summons. It’s responding to hers.
She calls, and I follow. Deeper and deeper into the darkness of the night. Into the garden shed.
Lisa’s on the floor, on all fours, looking at me.
My wrists begin to throb. But it’s only a reflection.
I am no longer of this world. I am Lisa.
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