The Creeping Darkness

Every full moon, strange things happen in the small village It began on a night like any other. I had been working late, staring at the glowing screen of my laptop, when I noticed the room growing unnaturally dark. The lightbulb flickered above me, casting long shadows that seemed to stretch and twist. At first, I thought it was just the result of exhaustion, but the darkness deepened, spreading across the walls like an ink stain. glanced at the clock—midnight. But as I looked away, the darkness crept closer, inch by inch, as if it had a life of its own. It was no longer just the absence of light; it had form. The shadows began to move, their edges curling, their tendrils reaching out as if to touch me..

People disappear, and whispers of a werewolf living among them grew stronger.I stood up, heart racing, unsure whether to run or stay. My breath grew heavy, the air growing colder with each passing second. The creeping darkness seemed to grow in strength, and I could hear faint whispers, indistinguishable yet chilling. My mind screamed for me to escape, but my feet felt like they were cemented to the floor.With all the strength I could muster, I managed to stumble toward the door, pulling it open just as the darkness closed in. The light from the hallway pierced the blackness, and for a moment, I was free. The shadows receded, leaving only a lingering chill in the air.But that night, I knew the truth. The creeping darkness was not just in my room—it was inside me, waiting, biding its time. And one day, it would return.

People disappear, and whispers of a werewolf living among them grew stronger.I stood up, heart racing, unsure whether to run or stay. My breath grew heavy, the air growing colder with each passing second. The creeping darkness seemed to grow in strength, and I could hear faint whispers, indistinguishable yet chilling. My mind screamed for me to escape, but my feet felt like they were cemented to the floor.With all the strength I could muster, I managed to stumble toward the door, pulling it open just as the darkness closed in. The light from the hallway pierced the blackness, and for a moment, I was free. The shadows receded, leaving only a lingering chill in the air.But that night, I knew the truth. The creeping darkness was not just in my room—it was inside me, waiting, biding its time. And one day, it would return.