I felt the chill on my skin, making the hairs on the back of my neck stand up on end. Glancing around me I saw shadows dancing in the darkness, like little pixies prancing. My eyes must be playing tricks on me…or is that a figure I can see in the corner? Scared, I quietly tip-toed towards it even though I was shaking on the inside. Quivering like a feather with my hand stretched out, I closed my eyes ready in case there was something there.
The scream erupted from me like a volcano.
Stumbling backwards and tripping, I scrambled to my feet but my knees were weak with fear. As I crawled away shock widened my eyes to reveal a tall man. His irises reminded me of warm red wine, with the sun reflecting through it. His skin was dark in contrast with messy hair the colour of black sand. He kept staring and staring while I was speechless. A gloved hand emerged from beneath the cloak which hung on his shoulders like a child clinging on. I knew what he wanted me to do, to take his hand but my body was disobeying me while my mind yelled at me to shout and run.
He tiled his messy head to one side as if to ask why I was hesitating. The beating of my heart was now so loud it was deafening. Surely he can hear it too? The man nodded as though to agree with me. Something about him was drawing me closer to him. I was about to put my hand in his when suddenly there were footsteps approaching. Turning to the left I saw a face through the window in the door. When I turned back to the man in front of me, I discovered he was gone….he just…vanished.
"Is everything ok miss?" The guard said.
"Yes…yes I'm fine."
With that the guard continued patrolling the dungeons, as he always did every night. My hand was still out stretched to the empty space before me. Who was that cloaked man? Where did he go? And didn't the guard see him? Getting back into bed felt safer.
The last thing I remember was pulling the blanket closer to me.