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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.

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Author: assumptionisfaith

david blankenship is the author of three books "Randolph W. Owens, missing on Bright Island" (a science fiction novel), "Herb" (a children's book), "Jack's second Life" (contemporary fiction) and several short stories. The books are for sale on Amazon's Kindle and published in paperback by Create Space.

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