The Darkness was overwhelming. Lazio was obeying the dark, listening to every word that it uttered.

"Should I go downstairs?" asked Lazio, trembling.

"Yes, young Lazio, please go downstairs!" replied The Dark. Extremely petrified, Lazio silently obeyed it. Searching blindly for any danger, Lazio sluggishly crept down the spooky, creaky staircase. The wobbly railing which was covered in splinters had now jabbed Lazio, who was now screaming in pain. Immediately, he sat down on the ancient, wooden step clenching his hand.

After a few minutes, Lazio stood up, a lot of blood was lost from his injury. He began once more to creep down the stairs seeing nothing but the darkness. Also he had held out his arms in front of him to sense any obstacles in the way.

Suddenly, a strong wind was pulling Lazio towards The Dark. Could it be a tornado? No it couldn't be. Tornadoes don't come from the side.

"SWOOSH!".

The noise of the 'tornado' was getting louder and louder. Suddenly, it raised Lazio high up in the air and caused him to fall in a deep sleep. He span around wildly. With a jerk, he fell to the creaky wooden floor and woke up. He loved it!



by ammaar