Monstronomicon: 100 Horror Stories from 70 Authors by unknow

Author:unknow
Language: eng
Format: azw3
Publisher: Haunted House Publishing LLC
Published: 2018-12-16T16:00:00+00:00

The Boy and His Darkness

By Zackary Heitman

It had always been there, slithering in the night. The dark shadow it left behind, the horrors of the people who would consume it. It waited for them, feeding on the evil in their hearts. It was quite easy. The darkness knew about the evils of man. The darkness had been consuming lives since the dawn of time, and its next victim was in the wait.

It had been there since the boy was born. It always picked its victims at youth. If they heard its voice when they were young they would be gradually easier to overcome. It started with a whisper in your dreams, an afterthought in your head. “Come to me”, it would say. “Use me”, it would beg. And so it would begin, the boy would take the darkness. Then the darkness would take the boy with him to the darkest pits of hell.

It had started. The boy was one, just mastering the skill of walking. The darkness knew it was time. It crept at the edge of the forest, silently watching, neither moving or speaking. The boy was walking just on the outside of the woods, happily enjoying his time with his parents. If the darkness could smile, it would. This was a time of happiness, a time of great joy. A moment like this could easily be ruined, and it would ripple through the boys' life. The monster of the shadows slithered forward, and now it would start hunting its prey.

The boy was excited. All of his life he had crawled on the ground, but now he would take his first steps. He was overjoyed, ecstatic even. He stepped one foot on the ground then he heard a thump behind him. The boy heard screaming and then the shouting of his father. The boy didn't know what was happening. Why were they screaming? What had happened? The boy was confused. Thunderous noises played from afar. There was screeching and more voices who joined the first. The boy kept hearing one repeated phrase, dead, dead. He didn't know what was happening, what was going on. The boy then heard another voice, but this one was only in his head.

“There there, whispered the voice.” The voice was comforting and warm. The boy was scared and confused; he needed someone to be there for him. “I’m here for you. I am your friend. They won't hurt you. They can't touch you. All you need is me.” The boy was comforted by the voice. Maybe it could help him. Maybe it could take away the pain. “Don't be scared, child. I'm all you need.” The young boy didn't know what had just happened, but his new friend could now make things better.

Five years later and the boy had a best friend. The darkness was his companion, his comforter. It could take his problems away. That fateful day five years ago, his mother had died of a heart attack. But he didn't need her, he had the darkness.

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