DarknessA Story by Jeremy HilesEveryone has darkness inside
It was getting dark. I glanced at my watch nervously. 7:45. It was getting late, and I was all alone. I had decided to go on a camping trip with some friends and gotten separated from them. How, I had no idea. All I knew was that everywhere I looked I could see the trees closing in all around, suffocating me. Soon I wouldn't be able to see even that much, as it was the night of no moon. I had a flashlight, but the batteries were old and the beam it cast was extremely weak. Shoving it into my pocket, I decided to conserve it for only times when I really needed light.
I looked around again, already able to notice the darkness falling across the forest. All sense of time was lost to me. I looked at my watch again. 8:36. Not good. It was getting dark fast. Nearly in a panic, I started to run through the forest, often barely able to see trees in time to throw myself to the side to avoid hitting them. Now and then I thought I could see a light in the distance, but it always disappeared in the trees. Anxiety was beginning to take its hold on me, and I could hear whispers of fear in my mind. As a dashed madly through the trees, I ran into a low branch that I did not see in time to dodge. My forehead connected with the branch with a dull cracking sound and I fell to the ground. I reached up to touch the area that had been hit, and when I pulled my fingers away they were covered in warm, sticky blood. I wiped my hand on the ground and picked myself back up to continue through the woods. A light shone in the distance again, I could see it clearly. Hopeful, I started running toward it. After a short time, however, the light vanished yet again, leaving me in even deeper darkness than before. I stood still for a moment, trying to catch my breath and come up with a rational plan to follow. As I stood there, I heard an unmistakable sound from behind me. Heavy breaths. Deep breaths. And they were coming closer. I turned quickly and peered into the darkness, but it was no use, it was too dark to see anything more than a foot or two from my face. I couldn't even see my own feet as I ran. Turning around in terror, I ran through the forest. As I was running, I could hear the breathing following me, seeming to get closer and closer. I pulled out my dying flashlight and used it sparingly to keep from running into any more trees. Suddenly the ground dropped out from beneath me and I fell into a dried up river bed. I tumbled to the ground, losing all sense of up and down before finally coming to a stop at the bottom. Chest heaving, struggling for breath, I rolled into a crouch, looking around frantically. Now I heard footsteps crunching on the dry leaves. The heavy breathing followed, coming ever closer. I turned and scrambled up the opposite bank and struggled to pull myself up and over the edge. Finally, I made it to the top and took off in a dead run as fast as I could go. Running, running, I don't know for how long. I turned my wrist to look at my watch and realized it wasn't there. It must have fallen off when I fell down into the river bed. I thought to myself. I continued running, but could not escape the darkness. My flashlight died and I was totally enveloped in the darkness. I heard the footsteps coming closer. I threw myself to the ground under a partially decayed log, trying to hide from my pursuer. I could hear it coming towards me. Then the footprints stopped. I held my breath, trying make no noise at all to avoid detection. After some time, at least 20 minutes, I dared to peek out. A flash of light and all I could see was a huge dark shape coming towards me. Then everything faded into darkness. I woke up in the camp with my friends. We ate breakfast and I told them about my dream. They laughed and said it was probably just because we were in a strange place and that I wasn't used to sleeping outside. That made sense and I believed them. It wasn't until we had packed up all of our things that I realized I still didn't have my watch. I looked all over for it, but didn't find it. Months later we went camping there again, and as we were walking along a river bed, I saw it. A watch, cracked and rusted. The one I had lost before.
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StatsAuthorJeremy HilesKathleen, FLAboutI enjoy reading and writing most all genres. I have written several short stories and am currently working on two books, as well as another story that very well could end up becoming a book too. I l.. more..Writing
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