Breaking In

The year was so long ago, I cannot remember when exactly.  A birthday party full of girls with curiosity.  Sexual,spiritual and just looking for a good time of any kind.  There were games, but not of the pin the tail on the donkey kind.  Thinking about it now, I don't remember the names of all the games we played except for the Ouija Board.  
We pulled that out and had our laughs.  Jaunting the ones who "pushed."  What we asked the board has never stuck in my head.  I'm pretty sure they were dumb questions anyway.  It was the fear the stuck in my head, my heart and that deep pit in my stomach.
   I'd heard how the Board opened a door the hell.  Some believed it, some said it was just superstition and simply a game.  I never knew what to believe.  People believe in different things.  
   I'd chosen not to stay the night at the birthday girl's house because I get uncomfortable with a group of people, quickly, and when it was time for me to go, I was ready.  I'd had fun.  A good time and even laughed which was something that never happened often.  My grandmother was picking me up and she had about a thirty minute drive so I waited on the corner around ten o'clock at night.
   I didn't think anything of it.  Small town, no one about and anyone who would be out, I knew.  Everyone knows everyone in a small town.  I stood on the corner between the birthday girls house and my house and I heard something close to our house so I turned.
   There was nothing there so I assumed it was one of the stray cats or a neighbor's dog but that pit of my stomach started to boil with fear.  I turned around again and fear froze me.  I couldn't move.  I couldn't breathe.  Panic started to set in and I begged for my grandmother to hurry up because I knew she was still ten minutes away at least.

   It was dark and the closest street lights were on the other end of the block but I could see him clearly despite the blackness in the air and the blackness that he was.  He was black.  His cloak was black.  He had no face.  The hood that covered his head, if he even had one, was black.  Darkness to be exact.  I had a eerily desire to reach my hand into the face of his hood to see if it was solid, flesh or touchable at all.

Just darkness.

And he moved.  There was no walking.  He glided towards me.  Slid across the ground.  His cloak seemed to be melted to the ground, as if it just opened as he slid across towards me.  He held no eyes that I could see.  That, however, did not ease the eyes I felt staring, piercing into me.  This darkness knew me.  Knew my thoughts.  Knew my fear.  Knew everything about me.  Past, present and though revealed nothing of my future, I knew, that this darkness knew what was to come for me.

I found the strength to blink, in hopes he'd disappear.  He did, for a moment but after another blink of the eye, there he was.  He'd moved back to his original spot and I faintly remember telling him to leave.  I don't know if I spoke aloud or just inside me, but I knew I requested his departure.

He complied but not before I felt in my heart, my head, my stomach his promise to return for me.

I have yet to see him again.  At least in a somewhat physical form.  I believe he broke into me that night though and haunts me still on occasion.  Many occasions because I can feel the darkness around me, in me.  Floating around between my head, heart, words and being.

I've never known his name but I believe he is a Demon of Depression or Darkness that invades, possesses.  He enjoys the fight for me.  And maybe, I enjoy, almost as much as him, the fight for me too, allowing him to stay broken in, inside me.