I sit in the dark freezing abyss

Waiting

You sip your coffee desperately for warmth like a cub with his mother

While I wait

I refuse to move, despite the sound coverage of both the wind and machines outside

Because I’m waiting

Waiting for you

And for them

A truck approaches the entrance you guard

The noise of the engine is beastly

I reposition to get a better view whilst still being concealed

Waiting

Two figures emerge from the truck, and walk towards you

Although they speak, the words are almost foreign

I only catch a few phrases, and one sticks out

“Memoirs”

They walk inside as you shut the door behind them

Again, I wait

You raise your arms to stretch, and turn to your right

Instinctively, I strike

I bring you into the darkness, almost consuming you

Your presence simply goes away as I propel your unconscious body into a large crate

As if by nature, I go inside, silent as a dog, deadly as a panther

The vents and covers I have available are in my favor, and your bedside, however, is not

Through the dark shadows, I emerge briefly, only to silence and consume you

The darkness waits for its pray and only consumes it in the briefest of seconds

The darkness is deadly

The darkness is merciless

The darkness waits

The darkness strikes

I am the darkness.