'Michael!!' my younger brother grins sheepishly as he hands me my phone back. My heart beat slows to a steady drum 'what the hell are you doing skulking around this late?!' i try to keep the annoyance from my voice but it managed to snake in and add a bite to my words. A glass of milk looms out of the darkness as he brings it closer to the screens light 'refreshmentssss' his voice is a hushed version of a game show hosts. I roll my eyes before ushering him up to bed. A mumbled 'goodnight' floats from his room as i tip toe down the creeky stairs, reentering the kitchen to get my own 'refreshmentssss'.
Flicking one of the small wall lights on i shove all thoughts of murders and horror stories from my mind as i walk to the cupboard and retrieve a glass from its depths. Slowly i feel a pressure work its way beneath my shoulder blades, a strange sensation caused by the irrational fears that have accompanied the dark ever since i was a little girl envisioning wolves in the shadows on my walls.
I hurriedly unscrew the top of the squish bottle, emptying the last of the purple liquid into the glass before filling it with cold water. I lean heavily against the kitchen side, my forehead resting against the cool spout of the tap, the cold metal real, fighting against the pressure threatening to crush through my shoulder blades and squeeze the breath from my lungs. It was always like this, the dark a heavy presence, a suffocating thing that smothered my lungs and pressed against me.
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ParanormalYou know that feeling you get? Late at night when every one in your house is asleep? All the lights are off and you walk in the darkness alone, but there's that part of your brain that wills you to run up the stairs, your back aching with the fear o...
