Phobia

The darkness is something beastly, oozing down the walls and puddling on the floor. It closes in on me quickly, coming in from all directions, making it inescapable. I gasp for breath, feeling the heavy weight of it crushing me, my lungs now useless. I cower underneath my heavy blankets, but the presence of it is still there. There is a coldness in the room, the air is thick and sticky, and every movement I make is slow and exaggerated.
I’m not alone, I feel the chills down into my bones. There’s something there. I can’t see it, or hear it, but I feel it, and I know its there.