On Dark Wings and Blighted Prayers

All Alone

Darkness. It suffocates like a blanket, drowning out everything and turning it into a singular amorphous shape. You ask why humans fear such a thing? Try this.

Turn out all the lights and lock yourself in a closet. Feel it? The darkness is crawling all over your body; formless, massless and yet completely there, surrounding you and drowning out all light, all sound, all hope. You would even think that you weren’t alone in the closet.

You’d be right.


Screams in the Night

My daughter won’t stop screaming and crying in the middle of the night and waking me up. I visited her grave this morning to ask her to stop, but it didn’t help.

The night after, I heard my wife crying and screaming for me instead. I asked her about it the next morning, and she said she hadn’t said a thing.



Some psychologists once conducted an experiment where they took volunteers and put them into a deep coma, to try and see what goes on in the mind during it. Most never awoke to report. The ones that did reported that they had lived their everyday lives in their heads without knowing it. One or two reported feeling suspicious, but for the most part everything was extremely lifelike.

The mind, sensing the danger of being in a coma, passes off subtle messages that not all is well. The few in the experiment that awoke did so after being told to wake up and were warned once the consequences of not awakening at the first call please, wake up. Wake up now. Or you’ll be asleep forever.


Focus on Me

Have you ever seen one of those videos that asks you to focus on a specific part of the video, only to later on show you that while focused on that specific part, something large and obtrusive walked past completely unnoticed? Kinda creepy how that works, isn’t it?

We can see how that works in real life, too, like how I moved from the hallway into your room while you were reading this.


A Monster in Your Room

Look to the left. Look to the right. Look in your closet and under your bed. Look behind your wardrobe or under your desk. Check the drapes and under the rug.

Just don’t look at the ceiling; she hates being seen.


Don’t Open Your Eyes

On the last day of every month, close the curtains before you sleep. If, in the middle of the night, you hear a tapping noise at your window, then for the love of god don’t open your eyes.

If you’re one of the unlucky ones, you’ll hear the pebble knock at your window. It’s not a friend; just keep your eyes shut. The sound will get louder, and the tapping will get faster and faster. Don’t let your curiosity get the better of you; don’t move a muscle.

It’ll eventually lose its patience, and start thumping at the window. Your window will shake and shudder and the noises will only continue to get louder. It will furiously pound the window and shake the panes; don’t worry, the window won’t break but for goodness’ sake, DON’T OPEN YOUR EYES. No matter how scared you are, no matter how badly you want to scream, pretend that you don’t hear, pretend you’re still asleep.

After a while, the noises will stop. Don’t fall for it, just keep your eyes shut. Get some sleep. Just don’t get up.

Right when you’re about to fall asleep, you’ll hear a single thud. Don’t open your eyes.

It’s in your room.


The Sound of Silence

Turn off your computer. Turn off your phone. Turn off everything that makes any sort of noise. Now go to another room and sit, in absolute silence. Hear that? That ringing sound? People try explain it away as a mental thing, the brain trying to cover up the absence of sound.

People lied.

I can tell you what that sound is, and what is making it, but I guarantee you don’t want to meet it. All I can say is that it is something trying to get to you, to force its way into your plane of existence. Now turn everything off again, this time including the  lights. Still hear the sound?

You’d better hope so, because if you can’t, then it has broken through.

And there’s nothing you can do to save yourself.


A Mirror Story

While washing up for the night, you catch a glimpse of your wall mirror, covered with fingerprints. Annoyed, you scrub at them with a towel. They remain.

Upon closer inspection, you realize that the fingerprints appear to be on the other side of the glass.


Another Mirror Story

I just saw my reflection blink.


Good Night…

While tucking in my son for the night, he says to me, “Daddy, could you check under the bed for monsters?”.

I look underneath the bed for his amusement, when I see him, another him, staring right back at me from underneath the bed. Quivering all the while, he whispers to me, “Daddy, I think there’s someone on my bed.”

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