Dancing on the Wall

I shivered. In the cold dark room of mine shadows were playing upon an innocent mind. Their tricks and scorn would dance furiously through my imagination. No matter how I curled up under the covers and hid my face under the pillow, those images would still appear before my eyes. Tears formed and trickled down my soft cheek. I often wondered how I could escape these nightmares. Many a time, my mother would let a soft light glow in my room. She had told me that all evil was afraid of the light; that it represented a certain righteousness that reminded them that God was ominous. But she was wrong. Once she had offered her sweet dreams to me and closed the door, thats when I would see the Shadows sneeking down the walls and covering my only hope of some peace. Darkness would fill my room once again, allowing the chill to creep up my spine as it did every night. Holiness seemed to be nothing more than a myth that existed only in the Black Book. 1

From the time of my childhood to my adult life, these things have changed. The shadows that slithered its way up and down my walls have now become a being of pure darkness. It would levitate around my room, creating a whole new level of uneasiness. Its icy hot fingers would graze my cheek harshly, peeling away the flesh that was once so soft; so pure. Its breathe would make its way up my nostrils, filling it with a noxious fume that only a demon could withstand. A demon. Thats what this being had become. A living ,breathing, creation of darkness that haunted me ever since my childhood. And? What could I do? I allow myself to succumb into this psychiatric madness. Letting it rape my innocence that I once had as a child. Now, I must pay the price for this trangression. 2

Every night, these thoughts would enter my mind. Thoughts that ran vividly before my eyes. Medication was the only thing that assuaged the frustration of all the people that lay awake at night because of my screams. Doctors only rambled on about what they learned through medical school and nothing more. They know nothing about the third demension or even the likeness of it. Heaven and Hell do not exist for them. Their blinded eyes only see this limbo that we are all stuck on for a period of time. 3

Anger rose out of me like a fiery aura that surrounded my bedside. Thoughts are dangerous i figured; they can kill and heal a person in a matter of seconds. I hesistated to look around my room. The shadows loved to dance amongst the lunar light that shone through the shattered window. 4

There, in the distance, I saw a familiar demonic figure creeping towards my bedside. The anger within me rose up again, allowing me to sit up in my bed and look into the very eyes of this hellspawn. The leer on its face sent chills down my spine and into my mind. How could i challenge the demonic forces with a weak mind? I have nothing but my will to defeat this. With that thought, I grabbed a sword that lie in ruin on the shelf. This wasnt my first battle, but I was determined to make this my last. I thrusted the sword into its breast, and to my amazement, it only scorned at me, and threw the sword back into my direction. With speed, it hurled its jagged claws at me; scratching my face and neck. Screams of terror left my mouth instantly, allowing this imp to smile and become pleased with its dirty work. My body, weak and useless, fell to the ground. It questioned my actions and begged my heart to give up. Normally, I would have just gave in to the wants of my flesh. But, for some reason, I couldnt. 5

On a distant shelf, I saw a small bottle of water. Could it be what I think it is? I reached for it, hoping that this very bottle would save me. My mind scoured for the memory of my childhood pastor. He was the one that gave me this and told me to speak God's name when i was in dire need of the Almighty's assistance. I opened the bottle and poured the contents all over my weapon. A shrill came from behind me, making me jump a little from my position on the floor. It hovered over me, and was about to strike with the blades that grew from each end of his fingers. The noxious fumes that i have breathed in for far too long once again entered my nostrils. While rolling over onto my back, i stabbed this wicked devil with the sword. "God, save me!" I cried. A high shrill of agony poured out of the hellspawn's mouth. I ran from the steaming being and hid in the corner with my fingers plugging my ears. When I gained the courage to finally look, it was consumed into flames and it was totured imensely. I couldnt bare to watch anymore and turned away. My eyes were heavy and my mind was fatigued. I soon fell asleep in that corner. 6

I woke up to find myself in my childhood bed and room. The covers smelled of a mother's love and the walls actually felt like a shield against evil. I saw my mother running toward me, disturbed and frantic because of my screaming. "Did you have a bad dream?" I hugged her closely and a tear fell from my eyes. It feels like it has been years since I have felt this sort of unconditional love. When all was quiet again, and my crying had ceased, she had tried to turn the nightlight back on. I stopped her and reconfirmed her that I am not afraid of the dark anymore. I told her that God was with me and He would protect me from evil. My mother smiled and wispered her sweet wishes to me and closed the door. I rolled over and inhailed the great smell of love and victory. And ever since then, I had never seen a shadow dancing upon my walls ever again.

Author notes

Sometimes, you really do have to wonder if there really are monsters that lie underneath your bed? Does the boogy man really coexist in reality as well as in the minds of young children. Sometimes, you must wonder... ((option 1? This is a made up story that is based on real life. Everyone is afraid of the dark sometime, right?))

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  • Silverwit
    February 19, 2008

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    (In the cold dark room of mine shadows were playing upon an innocent mind) This sentence didn't make sense. Did you mean?: In the cold dark room my shadows were playing upon an innocent mind.

    (only in the Black Book) Black book should not be capatilized since it is not really its name.

    Also, there was typos in paragraphs 5 & 6.

    Other then all that, rather good story. It had a creepy feel to it but a nice happy ending. Good job and good luck in my contest.


  • heartfullofvenom
    February 9, 2008

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    Thought Provoking. Very interesting to read. I don't really know how it ties in with the theme of the contest, but you are definitely a good writer.

    Good Luck!
    ♥


  • J.P.Troy silver member
    February 1, 2008
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    Thanks for entering our contest. Good luck.

    J.P. Troy
    (Writing Review)


  • IntrepidFantasy Greeters member
    January 29, 2008

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    That was a really great story! I remember as a kid when I use to always be so afraid of the dark to. Very visual in the description especially the fight with the demon, that was so cool!

    beginning: 5, language: 5, plot: 5, ending: 5, dialog: 5, characters: 5.


  • Oblivion Kitty God silver member
    January 25, 2008

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    Second paragrraph, second sentance: "its" should be "their" as this is a plural sentance. A few other grammatical errors here and there.

    I am in full agreement with -Syren-'s comment.

    Overall, a fun story. I liked it, and it is a type of horror, but not the bedwetting terror I was looking for. Still, it's good and the other judges may read this and need to change clothes. So, stick around.

    Thanks for entering.


  • SageSyren Greeters member
    January 25, 2008

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    Thanks for enterig the contest 'The Big One' but the rules state that is has to be at least 1500 words. If you could please add on we would love to come back and read this.
    Brooke


  • EphemeralStyle
    January 25, 2008

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    Chilling! Brings back memories of being scared in my bedroom at night as a child. It has a great ending and imagery <3

    Eph


  • I Dare to Dream
    January 10, 2008

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    Wow. This was totally creepy, and really brings out fear and terror. I like your wording, and the background fits in perfectly.

    Good luck!


  • whichcraft Greeters member
    December 30, 2007

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    The font should be a little darker (or brighter) so it would be easier to read. I'm glad that it wasn't longer than it was or it would have made me crosseyed. Anyway, it's a good concept to your story. Adults seem to shrug off what some kids say they see and we don't have all the answers of the universe. How do we know there aren't "things" in the shadows. I belive in the unexplained and that there is more out there than we can believe or see. Maybe that is why I love the genre I do. Nice work.

    • xBitterxSweetx
      December 30, 2007
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      Thank you

      Thank you for a great contest and for the Honorable Mention. Im glad that you liked the story. Sorry for the font, I just recently changed it so it wont be so hard to read for my editors. Thanks again!


  • MaMa-2-be-Cindy
    December 1, 2007

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    The font of the text needs to be a little bit darker, the faintness of it, made it that little bit harder to read.

    It definetly had a dark feel to it

    Great storyline that has readers attention


    Cindy

    beginning: 3, language: 3, plot: 3, ending: 3, dialog: 3, characters: 3.


  • Xtclozer-
    November 24, 2007

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    wow, that was so discriptive, it is really good, i would like a comment on my story too, comment if you wil? This is so good, it really caused me to remember the life of me when i was only 7 or 8, wow. Good job


  • purplelirpa
    November 23, 2007

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    don't know if psychiatric is the word you're looking for. maybe psychological? Great descriptions on this! You really captured the inner hysteria of laying in a bed and seeing those shadows. I know I remember them from my childhood!


  • Dreams of Insanity
    November 21, 2007

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    I've always been a firm believer in the things that cannot be explained so I've got plenty of good luck charms in my room. I have about three dream catchers from family members and several protection bottles in various locations...you never know...

    Great job! I loved the imagery in this! I can already say I'm in love with your work and I can't wait to see more of it in the future!

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