The Dark Box
It’s all dark, black and blind. There is undeviatingly nothing to see around me. It’s all dead. I could feel something in my hand, soft, partially wet and feels spooky. After a while of buried silence, an irksome noise ran closer to me, made me roll and fall down, trashed my head to the hard surface, a height of the wall, I guess. Slowly, from nowhere, the sounds started to increase in high pitch, crying, someone calling my name, screaming, everything mixed. The darkness was circulated with hot spells that I started to sweat continuously in fear. My breath is rapidly high and my heart was pounding heavily, it is all suffocating and doomed. This moment, I understand why darkness is negative. After a while of cranky sounds, the box of darkness turned calm and dead, again. I tried opening my eyes, holding onto the edge, I stood. Now, I could witness a flare of sparkling light somewhere far from my sight. The sparkling light started to blink, rapidly increased its pace as I tried run