Darkness

The most primal fear of man is the fear of the unknown. We aren’t afraid of the dark. We are afraid of what might be there. Lurking in the corners of our unknowingness. This unknown can show up as concepts, as ideas, as believes. We can not makes heads or tails. So we are afraid of it. We try to banish it. We are fearful of it because it might challenge our current worldview.
This darkness might take a more direct form. Like a dream. Like a ghost that haunts us in it. A ghost is a human emotion that is hard to deal with it. It's hard for us to accept but it’s real and like a child it must make itself known. So like a ghost it haunts us. Our guilt, our regret comes out in shapes of ghouls and wraiths. Everyone has their own shape of the demon and maybe mine is the dark. A darkness that consumes everything. Sucks the light out of everything, guts and mutilates everything until its done. I had long believed I have gotten past my fear of the dark. I will never forget the times I was so scared my heard felt cold.
But it seems still in some repressed corner of my mind it’s lying await, for me to fall asleep.
I dreamt in my sleep like a film. A cinema that is played before my eyes. I am in a school, a boarding school all in the same. The design is minimalistic, the colors neutral. Everyone looks worried, tensed and afraid. They are running or shaking. No one tells, but I know. On the seventh floor some girls are dead, there is only blood and body parts legs and arms here and there. I keep following people not sure what to do. Then a group of students came. They look to be some sort of authority figure. They call me in, they want me for something. I am happy to oblige. We run around around the campus. The threat is very real I can sense it following us. I can see it consuming others on different floors. It’s coming for everyone. I am told the CC camera of a place is not working. I ask him a guy with healthy meaty body, who seems to be the leader of the authority figures, “If there is a main computer, where every camera is connected to. He laughs, there is but i can’t take you there he says. But for some reason he does. I get there and he tells me of other problems. But I can’t remember them. He closes the door behind us. We comfortably sat near a window. I ask him a bunch of things, he answers I do not know myself. I laugh that despite being an authority figure he doesn’t know himself. I ask him, “Do you ever ask why don’t you know?” He says no he never does. We keep changing rooms, I sense the threat following us, Every stairs are slowly being consumed. I try to keep positive. I know, that this is a movie. This is your typical ‘death in high school setting’ it will be over soon. I laugh knowing.

At some point some pipes break down, breaking a glass wall making an exist. I run out to the main street. It’s night now. I escaped with four women all middle aged. One of them black other one looked like a hobo. The black one said, “I want to go to America.” I see a scene of a American Summer. The hobo says, “nah its worse there.” It’s the end of the movie I feel it. I run, waiting for the credits. But it’s not coming. I run but I’m not waking up.
I imagine it. This movie needs a twist, in the end I will be captured and iit will end with a surprise spook ending.

I keep running I feel it behind me the darkness. It grabs, I’m afraid but this is the end.

It did not end. I am back at the school. The design minimalistic, the colors neutral. I am deathly afraid, I keep running, jumping from stairs to stairs. The darkness grabs me. It’s a lot of hands grabbing me, pulling me inwards, killing me and then throwing me out again. I run again, it grabs me, kills me and throws me out again. It’s playing with me. I cry, please someone, someone save me. I want to see my loved one. I keep checking every door, is someone there, Someone who loves me, cares for me. I keep checking every door. Is my sister there? My sister. I need my sister to save me.

The darkness talks. It speaks my mother tongue. Did you see her when she was here? Or something like that. I remember my sister is dead and I awake.

I am sweating and I’m cold. The room is dark, I quickly turn on the lights. I leave my room. I wash my face. I come back inside and I sit.
The lights are on and phone in my hand. I am awake. Yet I still feel the darkness behind me. And I’m afraid.