“Be still,” I repeated myself. My heart’s pounding challenged my will. In the darkness, my fear chased every creaking down the meanders of my mind in the desperate hope that my reason would find the rat behind it all.
But there was no rat.
Only the darkness and the irrational terror it sparked in me. Soon, I would hear voices.
“Be silent.” It was one small power outage. No need to freak the neighbours.
“Yes,” said a raspy voice, “be silent. Be still.”
There you go.
When the pain shot through my arm, I knew I wasn’t crazy.
This story is a result of this prompt.