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The rocking chair swaying on my front porch banged against the only window in my house. A crimson sunset now faded to black as the night swallowed the last light of day. Settling in for the last night of October, I lit a fire then layed down on my bed, which overlooked the entire room. Shifting positions, I faced the wall, allowing the radiating heat from the fire to warm my back.
A malicious air veiled the room behind me causing all the hairs on my body to stand end up. My body layed perfectly still as my mind envisioned what could be behind my back. I turned slowly around knowing that the apparition would cease to be once my eyes brought the room into view.
Only shadows dancing with the fire and resting in the corners of the small room stared back at me. Outwardly I renounced the fear, but my heart did not slow in my chest. I returned to laying on my side and allowed my eyes to close, only to realize the malevolent feeling had filled the room again.
I sat straight up in bed and scanned the tiny room. The fire had faded down to glowing embers, which let the shadows cover all but a small circle of the room. Attempting to calm my mind, which visualized my fear in a solid form, I pulled the wool blanket over my head. With an unnatural feel of assurance, I drifted wearily to sleep to the steady knocking of the rocking chair on the window.