i was awakened by the sound of rustling in the outside through my pane. my eyes, determined not to open, struggle to keep light out. disoriented, i win the battle with the curtains just in time for my eyes to make out forms. the black-hole i was starring into was just dark enough to make out the four figures. these figures were darker than anything i'd ever seen before. so dark that it seemed as though if there were a source of illumination nearby, it would have been swallowed up by these figures. the four figures moved quickly, so fast the naked eye could never pin them down. by this time i had collected my wits and crept toward the door. gently pressing my ear tightly against it i could hear whispers. just audible enough to make out what was being spoken; however the language was not recognizable. silence came quickly. and i soon decided to enter the outside. my trembling arm extending outward toward the door. my hand clenched tightly around the handle, white knuckles, sweaty palms. the door mechanism had never sounded so intimidating. the hinges wailed as i eased the massive door open just enough to peer outside. once assured that the figures had all dispersed, i slowly opened the door and stepped into the outside. though my eyes had adjusted minutes ago they struggled to fixate on objects in the outside world. it was as if i could only visually perceive things that i had been familiar with on the inside. in my little box of walls that i had filled with memories and regrets. as i started to walk forward i stumbled over something.....
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