• Not even the sun could save me.
    Joel let the shivering words whisk into his head. Why was it the looming moon, though bright, seemed to be a foreteller of death? A second cat to his mouse in the never ending chase.
    He dared not turn, though his fear longed for it, a last glimpse at his pursuer before his mind was lost and his soul was taken. His eyes forced forward to the rotting light house door.
    I won't lose now, I owe it to her.
    The steps disappeared as he ran upwards, the darkness engulfing them.
    Was that a creak behind him? The sound of another’s breathing?
    But then again, they don’t breath, do they?
    He had reached the door to the top most level, the place where the darkness seemed to get thicker.
    “Control Room”
    The faded words on the door, though old, were distinguishable.
    I can make it.
    He seemed to be shaking even in his mind, the handle of the door turning only when he used the last of his strength.
    He stepped in the room, eyes straining to see.
    Was that the control switch?
    He reached forward.
    Control switches don’t move. Nor do they have fangs the pierce even the thickest black veil with their shining light.