Hi-ho ad Hello.
Remember the fears we had as children? The unfounded assurance of horrors we saw in our imaginations that we decided had more power than us?remember the darkness and how it enveloped all thoughts, regardless of the sounds heard from the t.v. and the parents talking over a late night coffee and an episodic series of crime and mystery? It didn’t matter that it was likely a Dick Wolf piece, maybe Robert Stack and those mysteries that trickled the airwaves. We saw evil. We saw the gnawing and gnashing of what had the ability to filet us from skin to bone without a bit of a wink.
Remember how walking down the flight of stairs to the bedroom, regardless of the house full, music and chatting spread throughout, beyond a shadow of doubt there was something haunting, something oozing bleak and red, we swore as kids, we could feel the breath, smell the death. Remember?
Our house has precarious lighting and odd spaces making it rather dark regardless of the time of year. Yes the blinds are open depending on the circumstances but my son, not only does he come with Autism but he’s a bit OCD calling for lights off, blinds shuttered, and darkness enough the screens show all. Usually I find solace in the dark, I enjoy the summer heat with slight moonlight. I enjoy going to bed in the dark, however, but to bring sounds unknown, thumps and bumps enough, and I have my eyes unblinking, glaring into the void of maddening dark. Yes, I don’t mind the dark.
The site is called DreamDarkStories for a reason right?
So I figured this weekend will be a good time for a drop of perhaps a short story, maybe some art. Something Dark, something hollow and calling in the black, the bleak, the nothingness of our fears.
C’est la vie
Goodnight and Good morning, Good Morning and Goodnight.
Nosce Te Ipsum
Dream Dark Stories 