An age-old terror during a too-important month: Darkness.
The night terrors are getting worse. Night after night the terror seeps in. With no say to escape the darkness, with no way to run away from it. He’s no longer just being infested by them anymore, he is subconsciously inviting them.
Last night, while dreaming of the beautiful girl, he remembers walking towards the closet, in a strange house. He can’t see much through the stuffy shadows, but still feels the strangeness. Black walls, black fittings, black typewriter on the black desk, black art on the walls. The moon outside is bouncing light through a black window, black light. The snow outside paints a winter wonderland, but inside it feels musty and warm. At first he walked into the closet to grab a gift he had for the beautiful girl, all along, subconsciously, knowing there is something wrong inside the closet. Something dark. Unwanted. He starts hearing the walls shaking, words won’t come, he feels the closet wanting to devour him whole. The jet-black mouth wrapping around the walls, the teeth closing down.
As soon as he shuts the door behind, the walls completely darken, they shrink, and a midnight cloud grows above. He can’t hold himself up. He falls. Falls to the ground, the walls getting smaller and smaller, his mind shrinking and shrinking. The cloud grows, thunders, and growls the most evil laugh ever heard. And while cowering on the ground, unable to move, the cloud keeps growing. Arms come out from the cloud, reaching out and holding him down. He’s shaking like a child, breathless on the floor of the closet as the devil cloud reaches into him, ready to take him in — and awakes.
Sweaty and scared. Unable to pull the covers from his head, he wraps himself in real darkness, thinking anything to keep him from going back to sleep. While thinking of the beautiful girl, blinks, sees her again, and the midnight cloud behind her.
– Nahuel F.A.