In the Dark
My terrifying journey home
This perfect storm of frightening events led to the most harrowing experience of my life.
My name is Dominic. Since I’m a poor 19-year-old, I don’t have a car. I work the night shift at a retirement home. Usually, it’s a cakewalk. Occasionally, residents will sleepwalk or absentmindedly leave their rooms. It’s easy enough to get them sorted.
Just before I finished my shift at 3:00 one early morning, a terrible storm blasted through our small town. Cell towers were downed, and the power blew out. Even our generator wasn’t working. Everything was pitch black, and I had no way to call a cab. I just wanted to go home and sleep. I told George, the older gentleman on the next shift, “Good luck to you, and pray for my soul,” as I headed out to walk the three miles home on foot. At least the rain had let up. The moon had an eerie glow, partially obscured by clouds.
I started out at a languid pace. It was beautiful in a creepy way.
I kept thinking someone was following me, yet I heard nothing when I stopped walking. My imagination was running away with me.
I started walking faster, which only served to increase my heart rate. A wolf howled in the distance. I was sure something was brewing.
As I was about to pass a park, I had a choice – I could go diagonally through it, risking not seeing my footing as well, or go around more easily with the sidewalk but taking a longer time. I opted for the park. How bad could it be? It’s just a place for kids to have fun. 20 steps in, I began to have misgivings as I stumbled into the metal pole a swing set frame, but I had committed. Something large flew right by head, giving me a start.
I could see dark images floating around. One pointed something at me, and a small fireball was fired at me. I ducked, and the fireball hit my face instead of my body. I felt a searing pain on my cheek. More creatures flew in and directed their weapons at me. The clouds moved, giving me a view of something decidedly demonic. Over and over, my body was punished with burning welts.
I began to run. I stumbled and fell twice. I flinched at every little fireball hitting my skin. I thought, “This can’t be real. Get it together, Dominic. You’re going to wake up to discover this was a nightmare.” I continued to run, and still, I felt the pain of repeated torture from these demons.
I got past the slide. There was a sidewalk leading to the parking lot on the other side. I would be out of the park soon. My breathing was ragged, and it felt like my heart was going to pound out of my chest.
When I got to the corner, I hoped the demons would stop, but they continued to pursue me relentlessly. I ran down the deserted streets, light-headed and in danger of passing out. Not much longer now. I kept telling myself to hold out. I ran as fast as my weary body could manage.
Just as I reached the corner of my modest apartment complex, the streetlights went on. The demons shrieked and disappeared into the darkness. I dragged myself to room 105 and collapsed on my bed.
I’d like to say that it was all a dream, but when I awoke in the morning, I was still covered in burning sores. Doctors thought I had purposely burned myself with cigarettes. When I told my friends what had happened, they didn’t believe me. They said I must have contracted a virus and stayed away from me for a week. They still call me, “Dambedinic.”
I hope you enjoyed this spooky classical music.
Scary Day Moon - Storm's A-brewing
In the Hall of the Mountain King, Edvard Grieg (slow section)
Dream of a Witch's Sabbath, Hector Berlioz
Ride of the Valkries, Willhelm Richard Wagner
O Fortuna from Carmina Burana, Carl Orff
Toccata and Fugue in d minor, Johann Sebastian Bach
Night on Bald Mountain, Modest Mussorgsky
In the Hall of the Mountain King, Edvard Grieg (fast section)
Dracula Appears, John Williams