Bob clapped his hands, and the lights to the kitchen turned on. He opened his fridge to check the leftovers he had.
He stared at the bowl of noodles. Then there was another dish: fried rice.
The fridge door was pushed gently. He smiled. Now he was ready to have more of the fried rice. He could have it for any meal of the day: breakfast, lunch, or even dinner.
Bob clasped his hands, and blessed his food. The moment that he was about to dig into his meal, the lights went out.
He walked away from his meal and tried flicking the light switch. Nothing. He stood still for a while, and then something caught his attention.
‘Hello? Is anybody there?’
Bob shook his head. He was not a kid anymore. Was he really still afraid of the dark?
He turned around and just right there he spotted another one. The shadow snarled. It dashed forward towards Bob.
Bob quickly ran up the stairs. He shut the door and hid under his bed.
‘It’s only a dream. A bad dream.’ He said to himself.
Then he heard the sound of the door. The squeak made him jump.
From his current position, all that Bob saw was a dark fog growing in his room. It reached his mouth in a few seconds. He tried to fan it away with his hands, but he ended up sucking some of the dark fog into his mouth.
He coughed, and coughed. Trying to get it out of his body. He felt his heart begin to pound in his chest.
Bob started feeling dizzy. Was the room getting smaller? His body shook and he gasped for air, as if he was drowning. The shadows had won.
His eyes became grey just like smoke. He could not see any thing.
Bob screamed. The last thing that ran in his mind was the thought of how scrumptious the fried rice would have tasted for another go.
The lights came back on right after the shadows vanished. Bob lay quietly and still under the bed. The shadows had taken another life & heart, too.