He could feel the horrors in the corners, the evil of the shadows. He could feel the monster lurk, creatures run in fear.
He wanted to leave, wanted to run. He was still there.
He wanted to scream, to fight. He stayed still.
Paralysed by darkness, nowhere to flee. Nowhere to hide, and nothing left to do.
In the deepest of his fears, it was there.
In his house, waiting, watching, it was there. Breathing through the walls, laughing when night falls.
Waiting for him to die in its hands. Waiting for him to move.