I never once asked for this fear. It was given to me, an insidious gift that has haunted my existence since childhood. Darkness has always been my enemy, lurking in every corner, waiting to consume me. But it was the cemetery that brought my deepest terrors to life.
It began one fateful autumn night, when the moon hung low and the air was thick with foreboding. The old Oakwood Cemetery loomed at the edge of our small town, its iron gates creaking in despair. Most people avoided it during the day, but as dusk fell, the place became a magnet for thrill-seekers and misfits. And I couldn’t escape its pull.
Every evening as the sun dipped below the horizon, I would feel its icy fingers crawling up my spine, suffocating me with an unyielding grip. My heart would race, pounding against my chest like a trapped bird, as if warning me of the horrors that lay beyond those rusted gates. But curiosity and a dark fascination lured me closer, despite my terror.
The first time I ventured into that forsaken place, I was mere ten years old—alone and armed with nothing but a flashlight. As I stepped through the gates, an eerie hush fell over the graveyard. The moonlight cast twisted shadows across the tombstones, and the wind whispered secrets from long-forgotten souls.
My flashlight beam danced nervously over the cracked marble names and dates, illuminating forgotten lives. Each inscription told a story, but it was the looming darkness between the graves that captured my attention. It seemed alive, pulsating with malevolent energy. I could feel eyes watching me from the depths of that Stygian abyss.
I stumbled upon an old mausoleum, its stone steps leading down into the crypt. Fear gripped me, but curiosity pushed me forward. The air grew colder with every step, and the walls seemed to close in on me. In front of an ancient sarcophagus, I shone my flashlight on the intricate carvings. The stone figure stirred within, its marble eyes glowing with an otherworldly light.
A chill ran through my body, and I dropped the flashlight, plunging myself into complete darkness. Panic engulfed me, and a scream erupted from my throat, echoing through the cold corridors of death. As my eyes adjusted, I made out a faint glow emanating from the sarcophagus. The marble figure had risen, its eyes fixated on my trembling form.
Frozen in terror, I watched as wisps of darkness slithered from the statue’s fingertips, enveloping me like a macabre embrace. The air grew thick with a putrid stench as skeletal hands clawed at my flesh, dragging me deeper into the abyss. The darkness consumed every inch of my being until I could no longer distinguish myself from the graveyard’s lost souls.
Time became meaningless as I floated in that eternal void, surrounded by countless shadows and tormented whispers. They spoke of forgotten promises, broken dreams, and the unquenchable thirst for revenge. I tried to scream, to fight back, but my voice was drowned by the wails of the damned.
Days turned into weeks as I languished in that spectral prison. Sanity crumbled like ancient tombstones under the weight of eternity. It was only when I surrendered to the darkness, embracing my fear, that the nightmare began to recede. The shadows loosened their grip, and I found myself back in the cemetery, lying on the cold ground.
From that day forward, I became a spectator of the graveyard’s horrors, forever marked by that nightmarish experience. The darkness still haunts me, but I have learned to coexist with it. I’ve become a nocturnal creature, wandering the town’s streets at night, my fear of darkness now intertwined with an insatiable curiosity for the unknown.
The cemetery remains a central part of my existence, a haunting reminder of the fragility of life and the relentless persistence of fear. I can no longer see the world as others do, for I am forever trapped between the living and the dead, forever drawn to the shadows that dance in the moonlight. And though terror grips my heart, I find solace in knowing that within the depths of darkness lies a power beyond comprehension—a power that I have only begun to understand.
Author: Opney. Illustrator: Stab. Publisher: Cyber.
