Deep in the Darkness
By Heath Pfaff
The darkness swam around him, inky and invasive, a vile shroud covering up all manner of unseen horrors, and Jason quivered inside. He'd feared the dark ever since he was small, positive that there were monsters hidden just beneath the surface of the world, things that could only walk the earth when light wouldn't show them for what they were, and now he was trapped in a place of shadow and mystery, surrounded by the devils that were theoretically of his own creation.
"This is a dream." He said, though his voice seemed too loud to be a projection of a dream.
" . . . dream." A dark, growling voice answered, almost like a reflection of his own, though it came from somewhere else and seemed to press against Jason's skin like a wet, warm layer of slimy foulness.
"This isn't real. I remember going to sleep." The young man spoke again, louder this time, hoping that his voice would dispel what had to be an illusio