The night will have her way with you.

I kept seeing shapes materialize out of the darkness. Usually I had no trouble sleeping, my head hit the pillow and I was out like a light. But tonight was different. It was just a movie. It was just a movie. I kept telling myself. Get over it. But I couldn't. Those horrific images were burned into my memory; they haunted me now, as a spirit haunts a house in which he was murdered. The instant I convinced myself not to think about those distorted, monstrous faces was the precise moment when the barrier I had been working so hard to preserve inside my mind burst, and the images I'd been trying to escape from flooded into every crack and crevice of my cognizance.
The grotesque details I flawlessly envisioned produced powerful shivers down my spine. Why, why did I have such accurate retentions when it came to menacing creatures, yet I couldn't even recall what last week's homework assignments were? I soon discovered that closing my eyes against the threat did not help, rather, it intensified my fears and produced even more abhorrent visions.
What to do, what to do? Closing my eyes made it worse, but keeping them open all night wasn't a great solution either. If only I could take some Nyquil, but there was no way I was getting up from my warm bed to venture into the dark. Even the few steps to the light switch would surely be violent torture. There seemed to be virtually no resolution to this problem except lie on my back, stare at the ceiling, and start counting the minutes until morning. That is, if the demonic beasts didn't get me first.
"You're being ridiculous!" I scolded myself out loud for some shred of reassurance. My voice shook and sounded hollow and weak in contrast to the overpowering silence of nighttime.
Of course, looking out the window did no good either. There was no moon, and the shadowy world outside only increased my fears. How could I act like such a child? As if I were a five-year-old, frightened there might be monsters in her closet. Oh! the closet! Why did I have to just think of the closet! The closet led to the attic and who knew what could be waiting in there! Just patiently waiting until I fell asleep, the thing would slither or crawl out of its hiding place preparing to drink my blood and eat my flesh and savor my screams. Ugh! My spine contorted in shivers. I was so dreadfully afraid!!
I was certain I would never live to see the next morning. Even if a beast didn't devour me, I was sure to die from this apprehensive fear before the night was finished with me.
Struggling was no use, I finally decided. Because you cannot beat the night. The night will have her way with you. Bending your mind according to her own desire. Submerging you, against your wishes, into her foreboding abyss. She will drag you below and use you like a play thing. She will adorn her demons around your neck and force you to play the game, all the while respiring down your spine and giving you chills. The night breathes her unease to any and all who are forced to withstand it. And we all must, for the night haunts every single one of us.
There is not a soul who has not felt her wrath in the form of a nightmare or a vision or a terrible fear. She comes for us all. And we all of us are vulnerable to her methods, for deep down, we are still scared children, afraid of the monsters hiding in our closets.
And the Night, she lives to bring our fears to life. It is her sole purpose and she delights and relishes in it. For she is Evil itself. And we are her defenseless victims, constrained to endure her madness.

Here's the thing.

Well....
Here's the thing. My life is a pretty boring one. Most of the time I am either doing homework, studying for an upcoming test, or reading a book. So, why do I have a blog??? If my life is so very uninteresting, what's the point of telling people about it?
The thing is, I like to write about other people's lives; their problems, their relationships, their joys, and their struggles, rather than dwell on my own. So, eventually, when and if I ever get the time, I will post short fictional stories on here. However, if something worth telling the world about ever happens, (not that that's likely), you might actually read a story about me on here, but don't hold your breath.