Everyone has the same fear at some point in their life. They think its waiting for them. Some people think it’s stupid and not real. But some people aren’t unfortunate enough to be a victim to its lingering attack.
The thought of it to those who haven’t been targeted is senseless; the thought of someone turning off the light and sprinting up to the first floor in attempt to escape only from their paranoid thoughts? The thought of something or someone chasing you up the stairs, and the only shield these deluded people have is the shield of light when they get to extremely bright room?
I will always remember that horrible night. Thinking I was running only from a thought. The feeling that someone is chasing you up a staircase surrounded by darkness is one thing, but to be hunted, surrounded in total darkness and be dragged back down into the abyss is another.
All I can remember is the room I was plunged into after being dragged down what seemed like never ending steps. The smell of fresh blood, and the sick aroma of decaying flesh filled my lungs. Seeing things were difficult, the room was almost pitch black. After waiting for my eyes to adapt to the darkness, the first and last thing I saw was writing on the wall which I could only assume was written in blood. “Don’t you wish you could run faster?” No sooner had I examined that crazy statement, the only thing I remember from that night was it sprinting towards me.
I will never go up a staircase in the dark again.
Original Author: callum fellowes