Cry of Anubis
Downstairs had always been that place to avoid at night. I was always sure never to have a reason to walk those deep stairs. By night, I am imprisoned by this fear of the ground floor and it’s only sometimes that I don’t feel the coldness like a damp evil seeping from below.
I am less afraid when I can hear them. The quietness always makes me wait and turns every shadow into an eerie suffocation. Where are they when I no longer hear them? Do they return to their mysterious realms or are they always here, as present as the nightfall.
Usually, there were only loud thuds to be heard but this night, amid the familiar sounds, was a hard shudder that tamed the house into a dead silence. Suddenly, I felt peaceful again but this feeling…was now a dark stranger to me and I would never trust a stranger in my house. I needed to be sure that this was the end of this nightmare and not my own wishful convictions.
I turned to the old clock in my room but time seem to stand still and sunrise was still a long night away. Getting out of bed and peering out the window, I saw nothing but a calm, cloudy night. I fliped the lamp switch but there was no light to kill the shadows. It would seem that darkness has ensured its dominance by shrouding the house into a black mist. I could only see what the darkness allowed me to see and I was now at the slavery of its silent rule…
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