The Ending Of The Dark

Lazlo pattered down the creaky, broken floorboard slower than a snail; his delicate feet stepped on the cold as ice floor. The darkness made Lazlo's body tremble with fear, above his head was built a shelf on the verge of dropping so as fast as an athlete he sprinted down the stairs like he ever had. The stairs never had been cleaned, so his feet turned dusty with dead bug covered all over. Disgust ran through his mind but he still went on. Although it was terrifying  something inn his mind told him to carry on...

With all the mighty strength he had Lazlo yanked the door open, regarding his hand having a humongous bruise. The door opened with a reek and a murmur. Then within just a second the door slammed shut! As he realised his dirty, green pyjamas were stuck in the door. " He-llo ii-ss anyone here" a shiver ran down Lazlo's spine. Then a mist of air came out of nowhere.

The devil air sucked him up and captured him into a possessive air. Will he come back...