Darkness
A/N: I wrote this so that the narrarator could be anyone, for example your fursona. The only detail I gave about the narrator is that he/she is young. If this seems rushed that is because a freind had me write this and they kept rushing me to finish it. From all the constant rushing I finished this in about an 3hours. Also this story takes place in the 1800's, and back then people would store wine in there family catacombs to keep them cool. A family catacomb is a place under wealthy families houses where they bury the dead. So with out a further ado I present Darkness.
Darkness
I sat in my velvet cushioned by the cozy fire place. The clock struck midnight and I still couldn't sleep. Suddenly I heard the door open. Shooting from my seat I looked toward the door to find my father removing his coat. Once he noticed me he greeted me with a warm smile. He had begin to walk toward his chambers when he realized how late it was. With a puzzled look on his face he walked back over to me."why are you still awake at this hour?" He asked. Looking at my feet with shame,"I had one of those nightmares again father" I had expected him to send me to my chambers, but he must have been drinking because he replied,"fetch us a pipe of wine and we shall discuss these 'nightmares'" Even worse I thought.
He sat in the chair across from me,"But father we don't need drinks,besides I am much to young and it is rather late. I think I shall just go to bed." I had begun to walk toward my chambers when he grabbed my arm,"preposterous,the wine is for me. And you can either talk to me about these dreams now or I will send you to someone and make you talk to them!"
He let go of me. I nodded my head then walked away from him toward our family catacombs. It wasn't the thought of death, or ghosts that kept me awake at night. The thing that kept me awake was the dark. This has scared me since I could walk, but most recently I've been having dreams about me being pulled into the darkness. Eating me, as if consuming me.
Suddenly the sound of stomping feet broke me from my thoughts. Looking up, the foot step had been coming from down the hall. Slowly walking forward, father had given the servents the night off, who could still be here? I heard them again, this time they had come from around the corner. They came faster this time, I began to run after the noise and turned the corner to find nothing but the huge wooden door to my family catacombs. It's happening again. It only ever happens when I'm alone.
Ever since I was a child I heard strange noises and have seen unexplainable things. Looking at the door I thought what would be worse about this, going in the dark or going in the dark alone. I slowly reached forward and grabbed the door Handel before I opened the door I thought I heard a faint knock comeing from the otherside. Leaning forward I put my ear to the door, I heard a muffle sound on the other side. It sounded like a watch inveloped in cotton. Back away, the sound grew louder.
Fearfully I reached forward and grabbing the Handel again. Pulling it open just a crack. The sound suddenly stopped. I leaned in again to see if I could hear it again. Nothing was heard. Pulling away from the door, I got a firmer grip on the Handel. With a forceful pull I flung the door open.
A cold chill shot through my body as I looked into the darkness that awaited me behind the door walking forward, I ran my hands agaist the wall. Finally I found a torch. I backed out of the darkness and used a candel that was mounted to the wall to light the torch. With the torch lit I looked back one last time then walked into the darkness of the catacombs.
In the Catacombs there was a small path that lad to a spiral stair case. I slowly began to make my decent down the stairs when I heard that sound agian. This tome it was even louder, and following an even faster tempo. Suddenly the sound of footsteps made the sound stop. It had to be coming from the bottom of the staircase. Holding the torch in front of me, I squinted my eyes and tried to make out a figure. The foot steps stopped. "must be the dence air down here playing tricks on my mind" I told myself.
I continued to walk forward. The feeling of mortal terror grew stronger the farther I went. Suddenly something cold ran down my leg. Jumping back I yelled,"who's there?!" There was no response. Once again I held out my torch and squinted. Suddenly a sorrowful voice said,"come and see" Slowly coming to the bottom of the stairs, I still didn't see anyone. 'whatever just grab the wine and let's get out of here' I thought to myself.
Continuing down the for about two minutes, I finally found where father stored the wine. The wine was stored on shelves that lined the walls at this section of the catacombs. Grabbing the closest bottle I pulled it from the shelf. Suddenly a arm shot from the wall behind the bottle. It grabbed my paw and began to pull me into the wall. I pulled back feircely trying to break it's grip. Begining to panic, I started to scream. It was no use. No one would hear me then I remembered my torch. I swung the torch stabbing the flaming end into the arm.
It pulled back sitheing with pain. As soon as it lost it's grip I ran back down the path. Out of no where a brick from the wall shot out knocking my feet out from under me. I fell throwing my torch behind me. Crawling toward the burning stick, a hand suddenly grabbed my leg. Looking at it I realized that it was a bone, it must have come the dead that were buried down here. The darkness must have brought it back to life. Jumping forward I attempted to grab the torch.
Suddenly the darkness that surrounded the torch shot forward consuming it's light. I stood up and put my paws on the wall. Using the wall to guide me I found the stairs. Running up the spiral staircase as fast as I could. The stairs ended, now I was running down the path to the door. Now breaking into a full sprint, I collided with a wooden door.
I reached around feeling the door until I found the handle. As I twisted the handle I heard a click on the other side of the door. The door wouldn't open. I tried twisting it again but it still wouldn't open. The door was locked. Whipping around I was greeted by a human face. This face had no facial feiters and some how glowed white. It also had glowing white eyes.
Suddenly two huge arms grabbed me from behind. The arms were coming from the shadows on the door. Staring down at the arms I began to struggle to get free. With a heart-broken tone I said,"please...let...let me go" looking up expecting the face to still be staring at me, but it wasn't there. A chuckle came from above me. I looked up to find the face looking down at me. It's mouth suddenly grew huge, it opened it's mouth revealing it's razor sharp teeth. Shooting down it ingorged me, swallowing me alive into it's darkness. My body now filled with sorrow and sadness, I stood there in my own darkness, my own hell.