Creepers. (p1/ch1)

(Part 1 or chapter 1. 'The Fear')

Like air pumped into a bicycle tire,
she gasped.
The sound loud and rasping against her
ears.

'Must...turn..on..'

Unsteady feet swining themselved out of bed
and towards the light switch.
Legs wobbly and breathing hushed.
This was always the worst time.
The waking.

When the dream ceased,
and all was hushed.
Fear whisperd; a cold breeze that seemed
to swirl into every inch of her being.
Grasping her in a slippery hold and
hugging tight;
a whisper turned screech.
Because the lights were out.
The dark blinding, empty.
More frightening then the thunder claps on a stormy day,
or being trapped in an elevator.
It was enveloping.
It was where they were.

'Just stay calm. Nothing can get you now..'

Green eyes opened wide and searching,
her lanky frame stumbled across the carpet.
Hands out, looking for it..

'Got it.'

And then it was gone.
The unbearable fear and icy hands let up,
and breath came easy.
Darkness.
Combated only with the light,
but lately she had been unsure if even that was on her side.

Parker Andrews is afraid of the dark.
Of what it holds,
and who it hides.
Memories, for sure. But perhaps more,
she never could be sure.
Because when the light falls away, and all that surrounds you is
pitch black, how are you supposed to see?

It was uncureable fear, for this reason.
Seeing is believing, but the opposite of that could also be true.
When you see no proof, are you supposed to keep
true to whatever faith or idea seems logical?

Just because they are not seen by you,
does not mean they are not there.

Brushing honey blonde locks
away into a ponytail,
Parker went about her daily buisness.
Pushing the dream and anything pertaining to it away,
trying to focus on the task at hand.
But it always seemed to creep back...
at the most unexpected times too.
Sitting in class and catching a glimpse of shadow dance across a desk or,
while driving home and observing the shade beneath the trees.
Any oppurtunity was taken.
The random triggers to her memory
pulling up that which was so desperately stamped down.

That was why she never left the light on.
Why there was no nightlight to reassure her.
'It doesn't exist. Stop being crazy.'
But her ressolve was weak,
and the emptiness filling.