A Word From the Author

My love of the darkness has been a bitter struggle.

I have defied it for years and years; 

I have fought its lure and its invasion; 

I have tried to shut it out time and time again.

At first, it was due to youth.

I was simply frightened by it.

I was afraid of the dark and its shadows and its uncertainty.

I had nightmares from a very young age and didn't know what to do with them.

So, I suppressed.

I ignored them.

I also had a sister who made it easy.

Many nights, when the shadows reached out to me, she would reach for my hand, comfort me and chase them away, back into the darkness; back into their hell.

As I grew up, I invested my energy in school and activities.

As a teenager, I was much too old to believe in ghosts anymore.

So, when nighttime came, I would shut out my nightmares with flashlights and television and the promise of morning.

I kept on suppressing these dream demons; fighting their presence; ignoring their call.

Then, came life.

As we age, we are taught to fear the real monsters of this world - people who want to do us harm. 

So, I traded these beliefs as my own and prevented my imagination from developing into anything more than what I was told.

I focused on work and play and drink.

After all, no one needed to hear about an adult having nightmares.

Today, I have come full circle.

I have accepted the nightmares and the stories they tell me.

I am a grown up and no one can tell me what-is and what-is-not anymore.

I realize that these nightmares are teaching me two things: 

First, my own mind is working on itself, sorting through the everyday stuff that lingers in the unconsciousness.

Second, there is something sinister that awaits in the shadows.  

So, I log these dream demons now.  

I do this in the hopes of understanding myself better.

I do this to acknowledge that other world that we, as grownups, have tried to suppress for years now.

I keep these nightmares in stacks of journals for reference.

Some I create into stories for entertainment purposes. 

Some, well, some I keep hidden because I fear giving them a voice may also give them a life.

And this life might give them too much power;

And it also might give us too much pause.

Because no one needs to know what's watching them as they sleep.

So, in conclusion.

That's a little bit about me.

That's a little bit about why I write and why I love it.

That's a little look into my world.

Thank you for listening.

Thank you for taking the time to read it.

Thanks for being here.

Until next time, my Creepsters.

Sleep well and

Get a night light.

#CreepOn,

 ~ ❤DeeVious