Dark Place
I'm in the darkest place in the world. It wasn't easy, but I'm glad I made it.
I know it's lurking by me, and will never go away, but at least I no longer see it. Just the sight of it would be enough to send terror through me, leave me a mad gibbering wreck, but now I'm safe.
Hard to believe I didn't notice it at first, all those carefree years of innocence. Of course I saw it, but I never really noticed it. Kind of crept up on me, just like it will creep up on you, and then you'll realise horrors like you've never felt before; you'll scream inside and outside, just wanting it to go away, but it never does, and the more you look the worse it gets.
Now I'm safe, here in my dark place, my only worry being my imagination, but I'll try not to think about it. Eventually though, in this quiet darkness, I will succumb to sleep and it will creep into my dreams, turn them into nightmares, and so I sit, trying to stay awake, trying so hard, though there are no sights to distract me, only the faintest of sounds.
But now I think I can hear it. I scream, but I can still hear its whispers. It's just beginning, and it'll only get worse. It always does. It's here and it never goes away. Never.
Looks like I'll have to remove my ears next.
The End
