It's weird as you walk through your
house at night. The lights from outside cast shadows on the floor. On
the walls. On objects you know and hold dear. On objects you have all
but forgotten. But the light, it plays with you. The light shows you
the sinister in everything. It shows you the evil that claws at you
in your most horrid nightmares. Your body tenses as you see a moving
person behind your bookcase. Your eyes widen as you see something
scurry under your favorite chair. Your breath quickens as you feel
that breath on your neck. Is it too late? You scream. You run. Your
feet don't seem to move fast enough. You swear you feel the claws at
the back of your neck. You swear you feel something crawling in your
hair. You scream again as you slam your door shut and flick on your
light. You shake out your hair in a panic. The light is safe. The
light has dispelled everything. You have forgotten one thing though.
It was the light that showed you. It
was the light that brought the evil to your attention. It's in the
light these demons thrive.
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