The dark doesn’t scare me. Hasn’t done since I was a teenager, after reading James Herbert’s The Dark and that stopped me from sleeping with the light off for weeks. Then I got a girlfriend who lived in Deal and had to walk home through dark country roads at midnight. No lights – no torch – no nothing. Just me and the darkness.
I have just gone outside to get the washing and looked at the sky. I know 10pm is dark, but the darkness tonight scared me. It was oppressive, and all around. I couldn’t wait to get back in. It’s like the light has been swallowed with no way of letting it back out. I came inside and my crystal fell off of the TV where it has been for ages. This mixed with a picture suddenly falling off the wall last night has made me freak. *shudder*
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September 22, 2009 at 22:39
oooooooo sounds freaky!!!!!!!!!
September 22, 2009 at 22:41
yeah. Still feeling cold inside.