FEBRUARY 15, 2017

CHAPTER ONE...PART ONE

In the dead of night, somewhere in the distance, I heard a doorknob softly turning. My eyes followed the sound. I looked towards our front door. I watched the doorknob continue to turn slowly, barely making a sound. I saw the door open slowly...and the light from the outside hall crept into our apartment.

 The light lit up our living room, and I could see all the way through our apartment: the living room where my six-year-old brother Bernard lay sleeping on the couch, the dining room, and lastly the bedroom where I slept with my father Lewis...and Doris, his girlfriend. I could not see my brother, but I knew that he was there, just as I knew my father and his girlfriend were just across the room from me sleeping in their bed.

 I  continued to look at the door. It opened wider, and the light from the hall framed the doorway. I looked in disbelief. There was no one there! I watched in amazement. The door slowly closed...just as it had opened. And then I saw it. Something very terrifying in the dark!....

I saw the night move. It was low to the floor and moved very slowly, and made no sound. The night wanted to become one with the dark, so no one would see it...or even know that it was there. I looked. I watched. It came closer. A black thing...darkest than the darkest night, crawled past my brother Bernard, who was now awake...but lay motionless. Fear had overtaken him.

 I watched. The black thing crawled into the dining room, never once touching him, or even looking his way, and then into my bedroom. I watched with unspeakable terror. My mind was being tormented. I could not move. My eyes were glued to the night. It crawled closer into our room. I became frozen...like a statue with life. Words cannot describe the fear I felt as a three-year-old. My mind told me, ''I must be still...so the night would not see me,'' as it slowly...so slowly crawled towards me.

 The fear that I felt...gave terror a new meaning. I willed myself to become invisible, even though I was setting up in my crib.  I now believed myself to be invisible. I hoped that the night would not see me. It moved closer to my crib. Horror had overtaken all my senses. I watched this unspeakable thing crawl closer. Seeming to almost glide on the floor towards me. I went into shock. My eyes looked at what my mind could not comprehend!

The fear that I now felt had taken on a life of its own, and told me, "it would be best to lose my mind...in order to save my sanity!"  I wanted to gouge my little eyes out. I did not want to see the night move. I didn't want to see it as it glided towards me.

more to come....more to come....more to come....more to come....more to come....more to come....more to come....more....!

FEBRUARY 17, 2017 CHAPTER ONE...PART TWO

How could I block it out? I watched the night move slowly. Crawl towards me slowly. Closer...and closer towards me. The anguish that I felt...at the all too consuming torture...of having to deal with the reality of being awake...while having a nightmare, can not be put into words. There are none!

My eyes were the only things that moved. I was overcome with fear. It was like watching a horror flick unfold slowly, and then to find out ...you have the starring role! When I looked down at the floor and saw the night getting closer and closer to my crib...I became ridgit. My body went into shock!

The night crawled to the chair next to my crib...and stopped. I watched with eyes that could not blink: they were transfixed. That's how much fear had gripped me. I could not swallow. I dared not breathe. I was in a trance. I stared at the night. Saw it swiftly but effortlessly reach up and riffle through the pockets of my father's pants that lay on the chair. My eyes became a vacant stare. ...my conscious mind had shut down...and only God knows what had taken over. I was no longer me...with eyes that watched the night move. My terror had now become profound!

The night was now at my crib. I was paralyzed; with abject, stark terror. I stifled squeals...that wanted to scream from my little throat. I so desperately want to scream out of my mind. All my senses ceased to be. Fear coursed through my little body...faster than the blood in my veins. By this time, I was overcome and enveloped in maddening fear. I could not close my eyes. And I could not...could not...look away. I felt extreme terror. A terror that I can not even put into words. They haven't been born yet!  

TheeDiva Ov'Writtin