Face your fears

Face your fears. I’m scared of the dark. Face your fears. I’m terrified of the dark. Face your fears they said so I’ll walk into the darkness. I’m terrified but I’ll walk into the darkness. The ground is cold and wet beneath my feet, I’m so scared but I have to face my fears. It’s all in my head, the cold the wet beneath my feet, the sound of breathing or is it the wind. I don’t know if it’s worse when my eyes are closed. I’m so scared of the dark. I don’t know if my eyes are open. I’m so scared of the dark. I know there’s something there, I can feel it inside me but I have to keep on walking, through the cold and the wet and the sound of the breathing and the sound of the screams in the distance. I have to face my fears. The dark can’t hurt me. Face my fears. The dark can’t hurt me. Face my fears. The dark can’t hurt me.

The day after Hallowe’en

The real terror only began the day after Hallowe’en, when the graves did not close again, and their occupants did not return. Tio thought the zombie lurching up the alley towards him was someone still in a Halloween costume. Until it tore his head off. Then the real terror began. Terror you can try to imagine. 

It’s quiet, isn’t it?