Don't be Afraid
"Do it! Do it!" Mr. Black said, from somewhere inside him. "I can't!" he shouted. He got up from the bed while his lights were still on. He recalled how he never liked the dark as he staggered into his bathroom and turned on faucet, splashing cold water on his face.
"Coward let me out!" Mr. Black was getting louder. "No," he said weakly, taking a bath towel from the rack and drying his face. He tried not to look into the bathroom mirror. As he made his way into the kitchen he took out a long, shiny knife from the cupboard and walked back into the bedroom.
"Let me out. I never leave you!" But this time he couldn't help himself. He looked directly into his dresser mirror. He saw only himself staring back with eyes that blazed of pure hatred. Mr. Black was screaming, "Let me out! Let me out! He then whispered softly towards the mirror, "It is not fair, it is not fair." A single tear fell down his cheek. He grasped the knife tighter in his hand and turned around and looked into the blue eyes of a terrified woman who lay gagged and tied on his bed, "Is it?"
cillian4
You will have to go through and note where I made changes.
While you are free to continue writing about these topics (
Post:44574), I have no interest in reading or correcting them. This is not censorship, as others might be interested in reading and correcting them, but I am not. If it was the occasional story, fine. But I have no desire to have a steady diet of this type of story.
Hope this helps.
MountainHiker