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Night Time:
by Ray Pierson aka ^Mid_Knight^
Awakening Suddenly from the Gnarled Reality of a Dream. I Opened My Eyes to Nothing but a Total darkness. The Bathroom Light That Had Been Burning Brightly as I Slept, Now No Longer Accompanied Me. The Light's Benevolent Sheen Had Been Replaced by a Presences.
A Presence of Unspeakable Evil. It's Cold Viscous Company as Thick as Grease, Teemed in the Air. It's Bitter Aroma Choking Me as I Drew in a Breath of Air into My Lungs. I Bolted to My Feet, and Lunging for the Closest Light Switch. I Noticed Instantly the Floor Was Different, as I Moved I Could Feel It, Clammy and Cool as it Squished with Oozing Protest under My Weight. My Hand Found the Switch, but it Yielded No Light from My Plea. It Was Then That I Heard the Sound.
A Sound So Vile and Repulsive That it Sent Terror thru My Veins and Iced My Mind with Terror. A Soft Warm Squirming Sound, like Worms Slowly Convulsing in a Thick Slime. It Was Emanating from the Darkness. Be it by Knowledge, or by Wisdom. I Don't Know, but I Perceived and Understood this Sound to Be the Diction of My Death, and it Was Very Near. Fear Filled Me and Fueled My Body in Flight. I Ran Feverishly thru My House, Then out the Door onto the Front Lawn Hoping Desperately That the Bright Yellow Street Lamps Lining My Road Would Grant Me Asylum from the Dark.
Once Outside a New Terror, a Deeper and More Ensnaring One Engulfed Me as My Hope of Safety Crashed. The Moist Grass Squirmed with Hideous Life under My Bare Feet as I Observed That the My Street Was as Also Dark, as Totally Dark as the Home I Had Just Fled. Not a Single Light Shone Anywhere, Absolute Darkness Covered Every Inched of My World. Heedless of the Oozing Lawn Beneath My Feet I Froze, Powerless to Move.
Again the Sound Came, Now Louder, Clearer and Much, Much Closer. The Voice of Death and All That Is Dark in It's Insidious Glory Was Now Beckoning to Me, as it Called out in a My Name.
It Approached. Instantly a Removed, Disembodied Manner of Perception Came over Me. For a Moment I Was Unafraid and Completely Lucid, I Peered out into the Darkness Hoping to Behold What Face Death Had Worn for Me. Tentacles. Fine Threads of Death Wisping out thru the Night Air. Millions of Squirming, Repulsive Tentacles Composed of Darkness, Each Glistening with It's Own Singular Evil as They Yearningly Stretched Towards Me. Their Unclean Caress upon My Skin, Tightening, Suppressing My Will as They Coiled thru Me.
The Terror Returned. Flooding thru Me Again like a Tidal Wave. I Tried to Run. My Only Wish; Escape. To Flee from the Tentacles Baneful Clutches. My Legs Refused to Obey My Will. By Now They Had Been Hopelessly Enmeshed in the Black Threads. The Threads Had Begun to Bloat. Filling Themselves Hungrily with My Life's Blood. I Was Trapped. I Accepted this and Relinquished My Struggle for Life. Knowing My Only Recourse Was Now to Stand Helplessly, While Slowly Being Cocooned into Darkness. The Terror Again Subsided. For, from Within this Knowledge I Realized Running Even If I Could Run Would Be Futile.
Malevolence Owns Darkness and the Darkness Was Now My World. My Fate Had Been Sealed by Sunset. From That I Understood the True Natural of the Night Time: the Totality of Evil Is Contained in the Vacuum of Darkness, and in the Night Time, the Darkness Can Not Ever Be Escaped.
Night Time
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