What Hides in the Darkness?A Story by RaptusLarveA story about a lone wanderer's experience with the forest, darkness, and the things that hide inside it.He is sitting at the old oak
table, yawning mouth and yeasty, yellow mead in hand, allowing his mind to
rest, even though he fully knows, that this rest can only be temporary. He has
to go. Push on. ‘But why?’, had they asked. Why go through the cold, heartless
night, why not rest under the cover of the warm, welcoming blankets. After all,
there is nothing to be gained from wandering the night, for many old and
dangerous things lurk behind the tall, towering trees of the bogs and marshes.
And they told him bone-chilling tales of what the nightly forest hides. Tales
of witches, ghosts, ghouls, and many more such mysterious monsters. And after
all the mead was drunk and all the food was eaten and all the stories were
told, he wished for nothing more, but to stay at the warm, light- and love-filled
pub, but for all wanted to escape the night he could not. He could not, for he
feared the consequences of staying at the pub and failing another delivery far
more, than he feared the ghostly creatures, that the night might hide. He could
not afford another late delivery, neither for his nor his family’s sake. As
much as he was repulsed by the idea of walking through the moor, he had no
other choice. And so he went on his way. He
drank his mead, paid the kind people at the pub, and packed his belongings. At
first, the narrow road was full of weary travelers, but it was not long until
it became quiet and solemn. And so our doomed traveler traveled down the dark,
lonely road until he arrived at the edge of, what the locals only called, ‘The
forest’. A great array of trees,
clearings, and moors, that stretched out for a hundred miles on either side,
but was only a night’s walk across, at its narrowest stretch. It was a place of
great mystery and danger, that everybody tried to avoid at all costs,
especially at night. ‘The great trees hide nothing, but your own demise’, they
always said. As our timid traveler stood at the edge of the vast wilderness he
would have to cross, he again considered turning around and go back to the pub.
But in the end, a certain fear always wins over an uncertain one. An only
theoretical fear of what might hide in the darkness is not enough to motivate
somebody if the other option is the very real fear of not being able to provide
for your family. And while something, that you know is close and real can be
quite dangerous, most people fail to realize, that something theoretical can be
just as dangerous. And unfortunately, our traveler was one of those people. And so with fear pushing him
forward, he began his journey through the forest. He took his first step and
the forest swallowed him. The trees started surrounding him on all sides,
looking down on him, as they stretched out in infinite lines through the
darkness. And with his entry into the forest, the light disappeared from the
lonely wanderer. The friendly moon, who had guided him so benevolently over the
road, disappeared behind the thick layer of leaves and pines. As complete
darkness surrounded the lost wanderer, he lit up his tiny lantern, in a
desperate attempt to hold back the darkness. And with his single sanctuary of
light, he took one step after the other, trying his hardest not to make a
noise, for he feared something might hear him. What was that? A crack behind a
tree. Was that a bear, a bandit, a banshee perhaps, coming for him? What was
that? A rustling in the dark bushes. Was that an evil spirit trying to sneak up
on him? Or was this just the wind? It didn’t matter. Forward through the forest
was the only option. The minuscule point of light, that was the wanderer, sped
up his step. Step. Step. Another step. Careful a tree appearing from the
darkness. Step. Careful a stone blocking your way. Step. Careful. A ravine
emerging from the ground. Be careful little wanderer. The grasses and bushes
and trees of the forest hide just as much danger as the night. Be careful of
where you step and what way you’re going and whom you might disturb… Quick, quick through the
forest. Quick to cross these dangerous lands. That was all the lost, lonely,
scared traveler wanted. If he could just leave these trees behind, leave the
forest behind, leave the darkness behind, then he could… BOOM! With the sound
of a thousand drums, a mighty thunderclap echoed through the thousands of trees
of the forest. And even though he could see neither the lightning nor the storm
he could feel the rainclouds gathering over him. And just as quickly as the
storm arrived, the rain arrived, with the ripple of a thousand muskets. The
rain, that came down from above the forest, was heavy and thick, bursting from
the darkness above the wanderer heard, yet unseen. And with the rain, the wind
arrived. The wind, that came from all sides of the forest, with the rushing of
a thousand horses, was strong and sharp, blowing from the darkness around the
wanderer heard, yet unseen. And with the arrival of those armies of nature, the
general of the forest arrived. With wind and rain, the darkness came down onto
the helpless wanderer, like a hunter moves in on its prey. Unheard, and unseen.
As the storm raged on, the
doomed wanderer tried desperately to fight against wind and rain, so that they
might not destroy his single defense against the terrible, unstoppable
darkness. He could not allow for the storm to blow out his lantern, had to hold
on to his tiny sanctuary, had to escape the darkness, for the darkness meant
certain doom, in more than one way. But why was he so afraid? Was it the fear
of getting lost, the fear of the things the darkness hides, or perhaps, the fear
of the dark itself? It was all the same to him, he only knew, that he had to
have a single light, a single bit of hope, to escape this forest. But I ask you,
what can you really do against the darkness? What can a single lantern do
against a thousand acres of dark forest, what can few towns do against a
million miles of dark land, what can a single sun do against billions and
billions of light-years of darkness surrounding it, what can they do but wait
until they die and finally succumb to the eternal, vast, horrible darkness.
They can do absolutely nothing. The wanderer had to learn that lesson as well,
you see. He too had to learn, how foolish it is to try to conquer the forest
with a single, tiny lantern. And he learned that lesson, when wind and rain,
blew his lantern out, with the precision of a hawk and the strength of a bear. But it was not the warm, welcoming light of a fire. It was a dim, cold
light, almost as blue as ice. It lit up the surrounding forest and cast long,
menacing shadows upon the wanderer’s pale face. He looked up and finally all of
his terror was forgotten. The horror of the forest and storm around him left
and made place for the pure, absolute pleasure of finally seeing light in this
terrible, infinite place. He had finally found it. He had finally crossed the
forest. Finally, he had hope. Finally, he had light. He took his first step
towards the tiny orb of blue light flickering just a couple of trees away from
him. And as he had almost reached his goal, all of his primal instincts died.
And he could smell nothing, could feel nothing, could hear nothing, could see
nothing, except the light. You know, the concept of human fear has always puzzled me. It works in
such strange ways. The wanderer was so terribly afraid of everything, as he had
traveled through the forest. He was scared of every little sound, every little
crack in the bushes, every little thing he could not see, and yet there was
nothing hiding in the darkness except his own fear. But now, as took his last
steps towards the light, he was not afraid. He was not afraid, when he suddenly
heard nothing, except his own breath. He was not afraid when he felt the
cracking of old bones under his feet. He was not afraid when he smelt the
rotting corpses around him. He was not afraid when he saw the thousand rotting
corpses around the tiny, blue bulb of light. When there was every reason to be
afraid, he was not afraid. Even as he took his last step into the light, he was
not afraid. He was not afraid, for he believed, that all light is good and well
and safe and protecting against the dark. But, as so many people before him, he
did not learn his lesson. He did not understand, that the dark is all-consuming
and that a light in the distance means nothing because around that light there
is nothing but darkness. He did not understand, that, like an anglerfish, the
light in the distance is nothing more to the darkness, than a bait, to get you
to feel safe and protected, when in reality, the dark is just guiding you
towards, what it hides. Finally, the wanderer did not realize, that it’s not
the dark, that you should fear, for darkness is not the real terror. You should
not fear the darkness, but rather the things, that lurk inside it. Take a black hole for example. Nobody is afraid of a black hole, simply
because it’s black. They fear a black hole because they can’t see, what hides
in the complete darkness. They fear the true horror, hiding behind the
inescapable, unseen wall of complete darkness. They fear the thing inside, that
destroys everything, even their precious light. They fear it because they
cannot see it, they fear it because it shrouds itself in darkness, they fear it
because they cannot let their light shine upon it and they fear it because deep
down, they know, that they don’t want to know, what hides in the darkness. If
even earth’s temporary night hides horrible creatures, what truly terrifying
things might hide in the eternal darkness of space? So, a last piece of advice
from me. If you ever find yourself walking alone at night, just remember, that
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