The Dark

“…after all, it works much better when you are all alone” the voice at the other end of the line said. Exasperated, she hung the phone throwing it on the bed a bit conscious of it not breaking. This is what she wants. Peace. The one you get when you are far from a house where there are quarrels and fight each day. The one where you get when you get home from a busy day and then you are able to dive into bed in ‘PEACE’. The one you need when you suddenly have a big presentation, and you need the perfect rest. She just moved into a room self-contain and the compound seems to be the quiet she craves for. Having no strength to unpack coupled with her anger from her call with her mum, she cleared the bed and slept. “Creak, creak, plop, plop” These sounds started slowly and subtle. Bola hearing those sound kept twitching on the bed in discomfort. Finally, she opened her eyes and the twos things she saw and heard was the shadow of a tree and lighting. She jumped from the bed only to stumble on something that was squeamish. In its fear, she screamed and jumped to stumble upon a very hairy and prickly soft mass which pulled her in. “The switch” She screamed. As she stumbles upon different horrors, scary shadows, and the sound she kept hearing, she never stopped screaming and looking for the switch and soon it was morning. Human minds are open to a wide number of possibility and to interpretations too. our sense of security lies in knowledge and sights....