A new little project inspired by messing about on Instagram.
All things start from darkness, he thought, looking ahead to where the path vanished from sight. The beer and brandy of the evening blurred the edges of things. He itched with a ‘midnight’ sort of feeling. Generally he liked the nighttime – but now his skin prickled in warning of something waiting in the shadows. He paused on the edge of the pool of darkness. The unseeable path seemed to be waiting for him, silently urging him in. His curiosity ignited; he could turn back the way he’d come, rejoin the main road, avoid the poorly lit Cemetery Lane – but he wanted to know what would happen next. He took a deep breath, walked onwards into the unknown.
Out of the darkness and into the light; shadows replaced by a rolling dreamscape – a hillside basking in an autumnal evening. A childhood spent looking for magical worlds in wardrobes had prepared him for this moment. It felt strangely inevitable. And yet, there was a quiet feeling of foreboding rumbling deeply inside him. There was a house in the distance that seemed to want his attention. All the windows were blank and dead apart from one, from which an un-earthly light radiated. The light flickered as a shadowy silhouette passed the window. Someone was home. Someone was waiting for him.
As he approached, an inviting string of lights illuminated the side of the house with a warm glow, as if to say – ‘no! There’s no danger here! None at all! What a preposterous suggestion!’. Indeed, it felt like the kind of place that should have been echoing with merriment; the veranda adorned with glamorous young things sipping drinks from elegant glasses as the sun set to a swinging soundtrack of 20’s jazz; there should have been life and noise, but there was only stillness and silence, belying the jolly bulbs. Despite the growing feeling of unease, he walked on towards the front entrance.