Chatterbox: Inkwell

Horror!!!!

Ok, I know I am not usualy writing horror, but I have been reading a lot of Poe and Lovecraft. I have been working on the art horror that is more about the word choice and atmosphere. I won't write anything violent or really scary, just strange. 

Here is my first story:

Story One: Insomnia

Insomnia is a terrible curse in the dark nightmare which I live. I may have deluded myself with daydreams, but I wish to hide, with sleep, the shadows I see from my neer-closed window; the hideous shapes that seem taken from my most deeply lodged primordial fears. You may be forgiven if you see me as a frail person, but I am unusually alarmed, as my fear of the dark has doubled one hundredfold.

As a child, I was undisturbed by the phantasmal monstrosities of Halloween, and the stories I was told about ghosts in the old warehouse. I was only momentarily paused by the hulking bulk of my coats and shirts hanging in my closet. As I grew, so did my fear of the dark. I have now reached a point where I can not differ the swaying limb of an oak and a ghastly plutonian apparition of my fevered imagination.

As I sit alone in my dreary lodgings, unbeknownst by those who, many years past, I would have called my friends. My paranoia has lead me to fear the absence of light, but I still fear the harsh silver glare of a full moon. I often believe that my fear burns the most in my chest when the landscape outside my half open window is illuminated by the surreal glow from the moon. The shadows run freely then, and the perfect stillness of my isolated locale is shattered by the howling that comes not from the thick forest that cloaks my living place, but from the depths of my tortured mind and spirit. I fear not the woods, nor the moon, nor the dark, not the shadows, but I fear them together. I fear the moment when I sink into oblivion as the other facet of myself: the being that stalks it’s prey as one with the elements. The fiend who protects its territory at all cost.

I have been called a pariah, a demon. I have been called a freak, a monstrosity not of this Earth. I have been called a killer. I have been called a werewolf.