Dark Game

As I sit on my bed, the darkness my blanket, I stare into the blackness surrounding me. My sleepless mind plays games with vision of fear, the sound of footsteps from outside my door and cold touches on my skin. I try to sleep with the covers hiding my head, but my mind still wishes to play as the mattress at my feet compresses as though someone had sat beside them. I pull the covers furthermore over my head not wishing to see what could be my fears. Again the mattress springs and floorboards creak, I slowly pull the covers from my head in fear of what maybe, but all I see is the darkness that surrounds me.

The glow from the moon shines through my window casting shadows to further play with my mind, when I move the covers and step from the bed to close the curtains, a sharp dash of feet rush by the foot of the bed forcing my back against the window. To see my dressing gown pulled from the bed strikes daggers through my heart terrifying me, I hold my head in my shaking hands, frozen in my stance by the window, wishing for morning to come to dispel my fears away when the door to my room suddenly opens with a cold breeze from the window flowing down my spine.

Action my mind demands, I stand, still frozen, shaking in fear staring into the darkness behind the door, the creaking of floorboards increase in volume as they close in on my bedroom door, I yield to the demands of my fear and finally move, quickly, sharply shutting the door then running to my bed hiding beneath the covers still wishing for morning to come, Minutes pass and not a sound is heard, neither do my fears show, but my mind does not wish to sleep and so I sit in my bed leaning over to open the drawer beside my bed taking out a book, a book to lift the fear in my mind.

While I read my book the only source of light hides behind the dark clouds of rain causing a premature end to my book. Suddenly, I realize that I am sat in the darkness once again, at the mercy of my mind, I place my book above the drawer laying to my right with the covers pulled high, my eyes squeezed shut pretending that I was not letting my fears grab hold of me. As I lay beneath the covers a door slams within my room, my spirit leaves my body with a cold shiver running down my spine and my body begins to tremor.

A bolt of lighting thunders through the house shaking it wildly, my book falls from the drawer and several bangs come from the room next door. Without thought I am on my feet walking towards the door quickly opening it, however, when I look down the long dark hallway my heart sinks to my feet and my mind becomes as light as a feather, for the sight that greeted me was a shadow walking into the guests room.

I walked with barely a balanced step towards the guest room, the door was shut, I out stretched my shaking hand when all of a sudden my bedroom door slammed tightly shut and the handle of the guest room door shook uncontrollably. I dash across the hallway to the stairs, but as I descend further into the darkness I look at what I cant see, I look to the living area to see a shadow taunting me and as it steps closer to me once again I freeze watching the shadow moving along the floor towards the stairs, wooden souls on the tiled floor echo throughout the hall.

When the shadow reaches the staircase a cold breath flows over my shoulder, I flinch then run back up the stairs, across the hallway, opening my room door and shutting it when I enter. I stand with my back to the door with my eyes shut listening to the footsteps ascending the stairs. When I open my eyes I see my wardrobe door swinging open I quickly go over to my bed but before I step onto the soft mattress something grabs my feet pulling me to the floor. 

Trying to drag me under the bed but I hold onto the drawer beside my bed franticly pulling with all my strength, the hold on my legs stops and I pull myself from under the bed, standing on my feet I jump into bed as tapping starts to rap on my bedroom door. I succumb to the darkness with my head in my hands, shaking uncontrollably, the feeling of sickness in the pit of my stomach and the cover over my head.

I wake the next morning to find I had fallen asleep with my book in my hand, my slippers had fallen from the bed rattling on the floor like running feet, the door ajar with my black cloak in between caught on a floorboard it was being blown in the wind forcing the floor to creak in strain. When the darkness enveloped you, it will always want to play dark games with your mind.

"If you like this, you will like CELL BLOCK DARKNESS, I wrote that after writing this"