Encroaching Darkness

Dark shadows hover on the edge of my periphery. My breath escapes me. Ragged sounds pierce the inky blackness curling all around me.

Who I am? Where am I? What has become of me?

A slight scratching sound filters through the darkness. It shifts ever closer, causing the hairs on the back of my neck to rise by the second. Though I cannot see what’s there, I know I’m no longer alone.

Something, or someone, is out there. It is waiting, watching, and eager to devour me. I can sense it. How, I do not know, but the anxiety that now surrounds me tells me so.

I scoot backwards, searching for something to lean against, but I find nothing. Instead, I find myself tumbling through a dark abyss, reaching out in search of something to hold on to.

My body spins around and around as I tumble through the air. Screams escape my lips as my hair whips into my face. I choke on the strands, trying to reach up to pull my hair out of my mouth.

The sudden momentum yanks my arms behind me. A loud cracking pop cuts through my screams. I feel as if I’m being broken in half. My bones are no longer there. I’m weightless, drifting into nothingness.

Dear God! Is this what death feels like? Am I dead? Why is it that I can’t see?

The darkness draws ever closer as I continue to spin into oblivion. I no longer know which way is up or down. All I’m conscious of is the fact that I’m going downward, faster by the second.

Will this spinning ever stop? I wonder.

And it does. Oh, it does!

I no longer feel a thing. No bones. No body. Nothing.

As my senses start to fade, I realize this is it. There’s nothing else. Just this encroaching darkness.

Please! Help me!