You Don’t Choose The Darkness. The Darkness Chooses You.

<p>She&rsquo;s supposed to be dead, but there she is &mdash; standing at the kitchen counter. My dad and my brother don&rsquo;t see a problem here. They say she just showed up, without any explanation.</p> <p>They sound almost pleased.</p> <p>The dread seeps in.</p> <p>It&rsquo;s cold.</p> <p>Suddenly I can&rsquo;t move. I can&rsquo;t speak. I start squirming. Finally my voice squeaks out, &ldquo;She&rsquo;s not real.&rdquo; This thing is pretending to be my mom. It&rsquo;s a demon, or she was&nbsp;<em>always&nbsp;</em>one. That&rsquo;s when she turns around. She smiles. It&rsquo;s a shy smile, hiding something. I look around. My dad and my brother are gone. Then it hits me. I start screaming.</p> <p>She didn&rsquo;t come back from the dead.</p> <p>We&rsquo;re both dead now.</p> <p>This is hell.</p> <p>I wake up with an open mouth, arms akimbo. I&rsquo;m pretty sure I&rsquo;ve been squirming and screaming in my sleep. I sit up thinking,&nbsp;<em>I thought this was over</em>. I thought I was done with night terrors. I haven&rsquo;t had one in almost ten years, at least that I can remember. They used to be so violent I woke up halfway out of bed. Some nights I used to feel like something was trying to drag me somewhere and I&rsquo;d fought it off.</p> <p>Most people miss their moms. They dream about reuniting with lost family in heaven. They think they&rsquo;ll grow wings.</p> <p><a href="https://jessicalexicus.medium.com/you-dont-choose-the-darkness-the-darkness-chooses-you-bffafde56c73">Read More</a></p>