What's in the dark?
Why, as children are we
afraid of some darkness?
Just the still black air,
and yet, we all hate
the crushing stillness
and the possibility
that there could be something
a threat we're unaware of.
But if there is a threat
how unaware of it
are we truly?
Children do not know
how to control their fear,
That's because they're new
new to the world
and its horrors, its shame.
Adults, most teens, they know
they know not to look
not to try to see
what could possibly be
in the black corner,
or the dark closet
or what could be
right behind anyone,
at any point.
Ignorance may be calming,
but here, apathy is the true bliss.
As a child, we lept
bounded
ran
across the floor,
under the covers,
away from odd sounds,
from shadows that shifted,
from that one damned closet door
that never quite
closed
right.
Or.
Or maybe it DID.
Maybe it DID close right.
Did something inside
want out?
Or is the closet door
in the streched minutes
opening
opening
opening.......
Was it me?
Was it I
who was the only one to see
the eyes
or whatever they were
inside that closet
(not mine),
or does no one else
actually want to say
"Something is there"?
I
I
I don't think
I don' think it was just me.
My cousin,
sleepy,
innocent,
and small.
Turned to me,
big eyes partially closed
tired, confused.
"Oh.
That's nothing new."
.....
What am I supposed to do?
I've slept there several times
Right there. Right in front
of where
the two yellow pinpricks of light were.
Just floating.
Gone when I woke back up.
Why would they linger?
No
The real terror?
Is when it's not just the house
that you sometimes visit.
Creaky walls and odd noises,
horrible gut feeling,
those are limited.
To weekends
(when we have time)
Vacations
(where all are unoccupied)
No
The worst part?
You can't escape the home
the place you live.
The things here?
I'm not alone in.
I'm the only one
who's been woken by
the voice.
"Boo!"
Not scary.
However.
I sleep in a top bunk
of the creakiest bed
in the house.
I have woken family up
late
while going to the bathroom.
I am close
close to the wall
About 6 or 7 feet
above ground. And
my door is blocked
to keep away pets.
Nobody
can wake me up
with only a whisper.
I look to my closet.
Rubber bands hold the handles together.
Where are they now
Where are they now
WHERE ARE THEY NOW?
I never find them.
My mother
also experiences
things.
A baby, crying.
She didn't have one
at the time.
She hadn't had
me
yet.
And I'm oldest.
I wonder this now
because yesterday night
every nightmare
that kept me
awake
unhappy
tired.
Revolved around
being followed
and the closet
and the dark
and
what
we
don't
know.
How unreasonable are children?
For wanting an extra level of security?
I have the slight comfort of some age
some experience
some strength behind my actions.
They
they have no defense.
And they
they don't know what to ignore.
They deserve protection
someone gave it to us.
They just want protection
security
love
which makes you wonder
about the things we fear
in the dark.
Their comfort?
The only thing we know they know
is dark.
Do they have parents?
Memories?
Will we know?
Do they know?
Do they exist?
or is the true horror
the true thing we fear
more
more than anything else....
ourselves?
Because we
we know how to make these stories.