Fear, The first experience

I was about three, and the room was a continual merry-go-round. I called out, but noone heard! The trail of orange lights glimmered with a green glow as they floated around the room in time. The bed was moving counter clockwise, as I still called out; noone heard. The light of the streets were non-existent, no shine, no safety. The pit of my stomach knotted, as the fear programmed itself into my longterm memory. I knew that the chill wasn’t from the freshly refinished hardwood floors, it was supernatural, I was three, what accurate analysis could I give. I was Afraid!

By Verlock

solitude can be achieved even in the busiet of places.