Darkness.

I can't bring myself to walk in there alone. I swear I heard something in there! But nobody believes me... what can I do? Should I just risk my life and walk in? Should I play it safe and go get someone? Should I just wait here until morning, and avoid the whole situation? Why is it getting so hard to breathe? My legs are shaking and I'm not even moving.

"Hi sweetie, what's the problem?"

"Oh, mom! Yah, uhh... nothing. I'm just going to bed now."

"Ok honey, sleep well. Good night!"

"Good night mom!" That was it, and my mom disappeared into her room across the hall, leaving me alone again with the door ahead of me. The room that brings so many bad thoughts, the room that seems as if it crawls while you sleep.

"Hey champ! Why aren't you in bed already?"

"Oh, dad! I'm just doing a couple exercises before I head on over to bed."

"Atta boy!" My dad gave my a pat on the head. "You're gonna be running circles around everyone on the field! Just don't stay up to late!" There he went. Disappeared into the same room as my mom. Leaving me alone again with the room that seems to speak me name, luring me in. I decided that there was no other choice, I had to walk in. Slowly turning the handle, I prayed that nothing sprung out in front of me threatening my life. Cautiously, I pushed the door inward. The loud creaking of the door could be heard throughout the house. Looking inside it was pitch black. The light switch was on the other side of the room. Step by step, breath by breath, I made my way across the room. Not looking at anything other than light switch I could see just above my stack of my comics. Not daring to turn my head even an inch in fear that the shadows watching me would drag me down into the depths beneath. I reached my hand out to flip the switch, pausing just before I did to slowly catch a sight of the room behind me in the darkness. There it was behind me, a tall dark figure watching me. I couldn't make out any details. I screamed, neglecting to turn on the light, and fell to the floor crying in fear of the inevitable. He should have gotten the help of his parents. It's all over now, nothing matters now. The figure slowly walked me. Grabbing and lifting me up, I thought this was it, all I've done was in vain. "What are you doing?"

"Wut?"

"Boy, I thought you were wokring out still, I came to get a little work in too! Instead I walk in on you crying your eyes out on the floor!"

"Oh."

"What's the matter?"

"Umm... can you turn on the light?" My dad reached for the light switch and flicked it on without hesitation. There it was, my dad's face before me with serious disappointment. "I need to go to bathroom." I got up and sprinted to the bathroom.