6/6/22 Fear of the Dark

 Fear of the Dark

“Hello?” I speak into the empty dark room. There is no light and I cannot see. “Is anyone in here?” I get no response and am left alone and confused. “If anyone is listening I need help. I don’t know how I got in here and I don’t know how to get out.” I am afraid.

I slowly begin my attempt to navigate the room, wanting to feel out my surroundings, find out how big this room is. I pick a direction and inch my way forward, my outstretched arms searching for a wall. As I continue to find no wall, my steps grow larger with my desperation. ‘This room can’t go on forever,’ I think to myself. 

The room is so quiet, I cannot even hear the sounds of my feet hitting the hard ground. With a growing frustration from running into nothing but air, I stop and feel the ground. It is cool and smooth, like hard rubber. I try knocking on it but no noise is released. I continue my search for a wall, still traveling in the same direction as before. 

The eerie silence mixed with the pitch black frightens me. I start seeing things, flashes of color, something like a shadow, sounds start ringing through my ears, “Is this what insanity is like?’ I think. My heartbeat accelerates as the noises grow louder. Sharp ringing and inaudible whispers fill my ears. I reach a point where I start to believe something is actually with me?

“HELLO?” I say again to the darkness, only louder and with more fear behind my voice. Again I receive no reply. Paranoia and anxiety flare into full gear. I start to run, not caring about hitting a wall that I am now convinced isn’t there.

My legs grow tired and my breaths are heavy. I can run no more. Exhaustion and panic work together to bring me to the floor and release the flood of tears from my eyes. “I don’t want to be here anymore,” I cry, “I just want to go home, I want to be able to see…SOMETHING,” I shout angrily.

“Just open your eyes,” a faint voice pops into my head.

I sharply inhale, caught off guard by actual words. “Are they not open already?” I ask. I get no reply. I am so sure my eyes are open, I know what it feels like when they are open and they definitely are. Seeing as that voice may be my only source of help, I try to listen to it. I tightly shut my eyes.

When I open them I find myself in my bed, covered in sweat, but I can see. There is a small light plugged into my wall. “It was just a dream,” I whisper to myself, relieved that the nightmare was over.


The End

6/6/22

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