More then just a sound it clings to the corner of the unlit room near the floor. It is a darkness that timidly climbs the plaster walls and spreads thin and feeble across the hard floor. It’s bulk remains filling the corner as it tries to hide. It knows I know it is there and for the first time I realize it is also scared. It fears me. My fear grows as it becomes darker and a deep black gap of a mouth starts to form in its center. I know what is coming. I know I will not be able to defend my self. I smash my small hands over my ears and tremble. A low deep hum comes from the bottom of the gapping hole that is its mouth. I cry, tears stream down my face but I make no sound. The hum increases in volume fighting within itself, loud and soft, loud and soft, like a single discordant note –impossible but real. The blackness grows, as it understands my feebleness. While there is still an unguarded path I run from the room and seek protection in my mothers room. I cannot explain what is wrong or why I’m crying but she grants me asylum and my rapid breathing begins to return normal.