DARKNESS.

It is going to be a gloomy night. 

The wind hollows through the trees as the dark cloud descends like a wave of desolation. It rattles through the roof tops, moves the swing making  high pitched continuous squeal and passes through the crevices in a never ending sound of a grim whistle. 

The roads are long clear, devoid of any life.  No one would dare. Not a sound can be heard,  not a clang of pots and pans, not the shuffle of feet,nor the whimper of a dog, not even the chirping of crickets. All there is is depressingly void maddening silence in the hollow wind. 

Darkness creeps in like wild fire. Consuming any bit of light and robbing of any glint of happiness.  The pitch black darkness brings dread and desperation. I start to shiver uncontrollably and hang on to my torn dirty grey coat on to my thin frame.  The cold is becoming unbearable. It can be felt to the bone. I try to move but it feels as though one of my bones will snap, so I stay put.

  The trees, oh the trees. Deprived of their  lustre,have an ashy grey colour. With no leaves, with crooked barks and protruding roots move dangerously  with the strong winds. As if threatening to impale anything that dare step close.

Fear came riding a black steed and has reigned since.  
I try to conjur the memory the sound of laughter, the sound of people talking, the  sound of laughter ,the sound of children playing or the humming of a song.  I try to remember the last time I saw a living soul. Nobody leaves their house, no one would dare. 

I look through the dusty,  milky cracked window and I think how I miss the boring normal days, oh how I miss them. I miss the blissful naivety i once had. Before I knew what lurks in the darkness,before I had a peek through the veil, before my ignorance ,my precious ignorance was taken away from me. 

The life had been sucked out of us in a sluggish sadistic manner. From a blooming town of boring normal people to a sad desolate place riddled with unspeakable horrors.  

The wind hollows,the roofs rattle, the swings squeal,the crevices whistle and the trees sway. In silence it all stays,in maddening desolate silence. I tightly cling to my coat on to my body of skin and bone. The darkness is upon us. 

It is going to be a gloomy night.