what is it that feels so dream-like, picturesque even but underneath the surface lies something dark & grotesque, milling about in the depths and it starts to seep through the darkness folding in about you, blackening. it puts you in your place and you are kept there you can't look but you are forced to look you're frozen (a deer caught in headlights) because you don't no you can't move you KNOW that if you moved just an inch something would be awakened it's not pretty it's not nice and you cannot bear to even BEGIN to think what form it takes, shapes it holds (smoke filling a jar you think) though despite all your efforts in the deep recesses of your mind you begin to conjure up monstrosities fleeting images flit across the blackness of your mind, old hags! witches and their crooked teeth, grinning at you. now you just want to scrunch up these images and fling them far away but they keep fucking coming back and you're too scared to get up to even turn on the lights thinking i want to but i can't move. i can't move. you fight against the fear so now the light is on and the light gets you; all seems well but really you know the reality of it. it's just a cover for what's really lurking beneath.
now you can't turn off the light.