Dark room, half open door; what’s behind that door? You know it’s your closet, but what do you really “know”? Lighted rooms are all on the same plane but dark rooms transcend to an entirely different plane. That door could lead anywhere and God forbid, it could lead to nowhere. That door could keep things out when closed; it may let things out when open. Did I just see an appendage creep around the door edge? No, that was a trickle of water down my shower stall, or was it? Camouflage.
I am afraid to close my eyes; closed eyes are an invitation to allow observation. What if I open my eyes unexpectexdly? Am I going to see a face outside the stall? A body? May be, may be not. I let my eyes wander else where but keep the door in my periphery. Apparitions are supposed to reveal themselves to you when viewed askance. Wait, what was that? Another trickle? I wipe the stall door. Water gathers again. I give up trying to "believe"nothing’s there.
“Come in to the light” I said, “Come in to the darkness” IT said.
I am afraid to close my eyes; closed eyes are an invitation to allow observation. What if I open my eyes unexpectexdly? Am I going to see a face outside the stall? A body? May be, may be not. I let my eyes wander else where but keep the door in my periphery. Apparitions are supposed to reveal themselves to you when viewed askance. Wait, what was that? Another trickle? I wipe the stall door. Water gathers again. I give up trying to "believe"nothing’s there.
“Come in to the light” I said, “Come in to the darkness” IT said.
