Hands and arms extended before him,
feeling his way through the darkness,
He sensed piercing eyes
watching his every move.
His skin crawled with fear.
He stepped up his pace,
trying not to trip over unseen obstacles.
He knew if he fell
he may never get up.
They would be upon him.
Theirs was an unspoken pack mentality.
A sixth sense of communication
that would allow them to envelop him
like wolves on a sickly elk.
He kept steady,
never wavering from his course,
keeping his one goal in mind.
He couldn’t allow his fear of the dark
to overtake him.
Finally, he felt the solid object he sought.
His hands frantically explored
the familiar flat surface
while he once again
felt the pressure of the unseen.
Suddenly his fingers reached their ultimate goal.
Fumbling with urgency
of someone clawing their way
out of a grave,
the object clicked
and he felt relief.
Never again
would he let his dad
close his bedroom door
without turning on his nightlight.
27 comments:
Isn't this every child's worst nightmare? It certainly was mine! Suspenceful right to the end.
pretty brave to get out from under the sheets!
brilliant!! great perspective...
ha. i probably would have caught my shin on an end table...lol. nice. happy tt!
As adults, sometimes we belittle our children's fears. But something so small truly can be a frightning adventure and it is so important to try and see things through their eyes...you obviously remember how. :)
This reminded me of when I was a little girl, and how I used to jump onto my bed from as far away as physically possible. You know, just in case a hand should shoot out from underneath and try and grab onto my ankle. But I only had to do that if the lights were off...there was never anything to fear unless it was dark.
Great take on the theme!
-C
wow..that bedroom must be huge! LOL!
Oh, you REALLY captured that panic that comes with needing that light on!! Good one.
Wow
powerful creative writing, you had me going to the end, thinking it is was creepy thriller, chiller, some hand was gonna reach out from under the bed or out of the closet and then lights out permanently.
Tonight I will sleep with my night light on. thanks.
Joanny
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the drama and magic of childhood!
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Comfort Spiral
I was riveted to find out how this would end... what a cathartic effect! deLIGHTful! (That humans tend to fear the dark has always fascinated me. Must be something in our collective unconscious. How do we teach children NOT to be afraid?)
I loved this and remember the feeling all too well!
That was so much fun to read!
Thank you for reminding me in such a well written pace how dark is seen through the eyes of the young.
I'm with Betsey - that's a biiiig room!
Great take on the theme.
wow...nicely done!
I will certainly make sure to turn on Son's night light first! Very nice story.
that's so funny - LOVE it - and gave me just the smile much needed - thanks monkeyman!
Well done! Very enjoyable indeed. :)
a delightful twist there...pure delight to read!!
thanks for dropping by the mouse!
like the monkey business over here!!
Brilliant! I love it!
Okay. so I'm trying to read this and a song comes on your tunester and it's "Hey Hey, We're the Monkees" and all seriousness goes right out the door!
hahahahahahaha!
What did the kid turn on again?
Fantastic Theme Thursday Monkey. It brought back my own childhood fears. Mum used to leave the hall light burning for me when I went to bed at night because I was so scared of the dark. I wasn't always scared of the dark as a child, it all started after I watched a scary movie once called "The Trilogy" (unbeknown to Mum) it was about a voodoo doll that comes to life and attacks people with a knife. After watching that movie I used to lock all my dolls in the wardrobe & check under the bed before getting in bed. This ritual lasted about a year.
Brilliant! Reminds me of when I was littler and never going to bed at night without the hallway light on with my bedroom door open!
Happy TT
Happy T.T. You Have A Light Touch!
Terrifying. I'm still a little afraid of the dark.
God I'm 53 and still can't sleep in total darkness. Poor possum.
i liked this, but i thought maybe you shouldn't have given him a name, because it made me feel like it was harder to relate, somehow. the fact that he was a boy didn't phase me, but the name threw me off a little bit :) just a suggestion!
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