When the Moon Comes Out

New Moon

It was nearing midnight when I finally shut off the TV. I had known when I put the DVD in that I shouldn’t have been watching Dracula right before I went to bed, but I  just couldn’t help myself. After all, it was Friday night and my parents and brother were gone for the weekend. I was alone for two full days and had the house to myself. There was no one telling me what to do, nagging at me or breathing down my neck asking me what I was doing. I was fully prepared be responsibly reckless.
        I put the remote down on the coffee table and stretched, reaching my hands into the sky. I was a little tired, but mostly jumpy and nervous as watching scary movies at night tended to make me.
        I walked out of the living room and flipped off the light.
        Total darkness surrounded me.
        Oops.
        Oh well, I thought, tip-toeing down the hall, {i]it’s not as if someone’s going to jump out of the shadows and kill me, right? That only happens, of course, in second rate horror novels and movies.
        I opened the door to my bedroom cautiously, getting a sudden, uneasy vibe.
        Silly, no one’s there, you just watched Dracula for crying out loud! Not to mention all those real life crime stories you watch, usually about grisly murders. No wonder you’re uneasy, stupid. You knew this would happen.
        I stepped inside the room.
        Still, said another voice, as I reached for the light switch, you never know...
        Then someone jumped out at me from deeper inside my room, grabbing my arms and pinning me down.
        My first instinct was to fight back, and my second was to scream. The first I did with fervor, violently wriggling back and forth, trying to loose his grip. But within a second I found that I couldn’t scream. It was like my voice had stopped working.
        Quickly realizing that it was impossible, I struggled to free myself in silence, but not for more than a few seconds. He was overwhelmingly stronger than I was, and it didn’t even seem like he was trying too hard to subdue me. He pushed me against the wall and placed his hand on my back.
          The place where he touched me seemed to crackle with painless electricity, and it felt frozen, ice cold. It felt like how music sounds, it was the most wonderful thing I had ever felt, but it terrified me even further. Then the cold spread all over my body and in a moment cold blackness claimed me, and I was unconscious.