I sat on the floor, back against the wall, listening. The wind played a low, unkind note through the chimney. And then — click. The last light died.
When Darkness Dares, Move. Not because you aren't afraid. But because fear, when it freezes you, hands you over. And you belong to yourself. I sat on the floor, back against the wall, listening
Silence. Then the smallest sound: a creak on the stairs that did not belong to the house. I sat on the floor
By the time the figure inside thought to look out the window, I was already three houses down, moving steady as a tide. back against the wall
I sat on the floor, back against the wall, listening. The wind played a low, unkind note through the chimney. And then — click. The last light died.
When Darkness Dares, Move. Not because you aren't afraid. But because fear, when it freezes you, hands you over. And you belong to yourself.
Silence. Then the smallest sound: a creak on the stairs that did not belong to the house.
By the time the figure inside thought to look out the window, I was already three houses down, moving steady as a tide.