Chapter 10Darkness.
It’s so palpable he feels that if he reaches out with his hands, he can clench it, scoop it up, enfold it.
But there’s a presence in the darkness, something oily, something breathing. It smells bad.
And it’s evil.
He’s afraid to move forward in this darkness, afraid that even the slightest movement will give him away to the thing in the darkness, will let it know where he is.
And the thing will grab him.
And he will die.
He feels he must not move. Not being able to move in this horrible blackness is constricting, suffocating. But the alternative is bleaker, too horrible for him to even imagine.
But even with his stillness, he can feel the thing moving ever closer, closer.
Suddenly he makes a break, dashing headlong, not knowing where he’s going.
And with a gre
