Afraid of the dark?

Afraid of the dark?
I will admit that I’m not one to sit in a room without lights…my imagination is too vivid. I will fill in the images in those dark corners that my eyes cannot see.
Not too long ago, I was watching the History Channel and they had a program called Afraid of the Dark. It was a fascinating romp through our history as humans and our fear of the dark.
One segment that impressed me was in the Dark Ages in England.
Think about living in a world with a basic lack of technology and where crime and disease ran amuck. People lived in fear, it was a daily event. The segment had a man walking home through the moors. The only light he had to guide him was starlight. It chilled me. He had to conquer human thieves,the landscape, animals, and perhaps even paranormal predators stalking the night looking for their next meal. It’s a wonder our race survived. What was interesting was this segment talked out how we as humans explained away the dark, we told stories. Our kin created creatures that lurked in the black abyss, witches, werewolves, vampires were common beliefs…maybe even more so than now.
Part of my ancestral linage can be traced back to English roots. I find it interesting that I am following in my ancestor’s footsteps. I write about things that lurk in the dark corners…I explore my fear and other’s using fictional creatures. The werewolf has been around the block a few times. I’m certainly not the first to use the beast in fiction.
Freaksville was a lighter romp through the paranormal and I find that in book two Furry & Freaked, I am drawn into darker surroundings. I haven’t turned off the lights…yet. But, I wonder how much of this fear of the dark is in my genes and therefore I cannot help but, write about that, that I fear most.
I’m working on a scene in the next book where Kasey is alone in the dark. I wanted to play up the fact that she is surrounded by a vast nothingness, play on our fears of the night. Normally, I like writting the SETTING (where they are what type of room, etc) and don't like having what we writers call a scene in white space. Where there is no details on where the scene is happening. However, instead of white space, I have black space and I think this might be one exception to the rule.
Here’s a wee snippet, it’s still a work in progress…
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Crossroads
The vision sucker punched me. There was no other way to describe it, one minute I was in school and the next I wasn’t. Where I was wasn’t clear. Fog rolled along the ground snaking in swirls, my breath puffed out before me. A faint blue glow that didn’t emanate from anywhere, but everywhere, was my only light source. I turned in four directions and saw a vast nothingness; a blue black abyss enveloped me.
“Kasey.” My name was whispered on the wind. I turned trying to find the direction it had come from, but it circled around me.
“Kasey.” The sing song voice continued, luring -- a lullaby, promising something, yet the tiny hairs on the back of my neck stood in warning as the dark stalked up my spine and grabbed a hold of my soul.
Breathless I said, “Okay, you’ve got my attention.” I stumbled slightly.
“Kasey…come closer.” The voice became more of a hiss. At that I should have ran, but I didn’t. I was done running. I wanted the reins back on my life.
I closed my eyes and tried to tap into my Valkyrie side yet, the darkness had it in a stronghold. I dropped to my knees, coughing. The blue-black fog encompassed me.
“Surrender.” The voice commanded. I nodded holding on to my last breath, it escaped me in a loud gasp of air.