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Afraid of the dark Preface It was all around me. I could feel it. It pushed me from every side. The red clock on my ceiling showed 3:52 am. Slowly my eyes adjusted to the dark. I could feel my heart beat faster every second, and I got closer to panic. I reached out… searched on the bed next to me, panicking more for every second. 3:53 am. the clock showed. I found what I was searching for; my remote control. I turned on the television and put it on mute, before the sound and picture came. Why didn’t the picture come? Did it always take so long? I could hear my heartbeat; it was so loud that I would swear if someone else was in my room, they would hear it. The thought hit me. Someone else here in my room. Suddenly I could feel others breath around me. I could hear their breath, feel their existence. The television’s picture brightened up my room. A dog stuck in a soccer goal looked out at me from the screen. Animal Planet. Relief washed through me, though I could still feel the breathing behind me. Slowly I turned around, feeling the adrenaline run in my veins, and the fear of what would meet me in my chest. But my bed was empty, except for the three big pillows, and a lot of teddy’s laying there. I sighed and closed my eyes. Pictures of hands touching me, and wild dark eyes following my every move surrounded me. Quickly I opened my eyes again, afraid to close them. My heart beat faster than ever. Slowly I got on my feet, standing perfectly still; I searched my room with my eyes several times, before I took the first step towards the door. Then quietly on my tip toes I hurried to my door, I knew my mother, Carley would hear me. I hesitated at the door. I took a few deep breaths before I gathered myself together and pressed down the handle. Carefully I opened my door, it creaked, and I pushed it open quickly. My mother must have heard me. I stood there a few minutes, letting my eyes adjust to the new dark that surrounded me, before I took one step, and reached for the light switch. I felt the panic sneak back in on me, as I feverishly searched for the light switch. My hand found it, and I turned it on. Again I felt relief wash through me. I took one more deep breath and kept it in my lungs. I walked for the bathroom, just waiting for someone to jump out of the dark on the stairs. But of course nobody jumped out and I told myself – calmed myself – that if anyone was there, Zenta would have reacted, though she was more afraid than I was. It worked. I took the last few steps towards the bathroom, my eyes searching through the living room here on second floor. I felt a shiver down my back, as I watched the forest through the big black windows. I turned the light on in the bathroom, and walked through the door. With my heart flying I looked behind the curtain which made it possible to hide in the shower. I felt ridiculous and embarrassed as I found nobody there. Finally I calmed down. When I was done, I felt my heart start beating faster again, and the well known fear found it’s place, when I thought about all the possibilities of what could be behind the door now. I shook my head at myself and opened the locked door. Afraid of turning my back at the dark, I left all the light on second floor burning. I knew Jason my stepfather, would comment on that one in the morning, but at the moment I didn’t care. With the thought of what could have come into my room while I was gone, I hurried to my room, my heart still beating, as quickly as the wings of a humming bird. Nothing was in my room, and I kind of knew that. I hurried to my bed, it still felt like someone was breathing behind me. I put my television on timer, and turned the sound on just so I could hear it as a very low conversation. I closed my eyes, my body shaking as I knew what would be waiting for me when I closed them. Again the dark surrounded me…
-Katrine Kejser
