Jen Carolan

The Dark

With the click of the light switch it would start, my heart would start to pound, I’d start feeling the walls for the light switch I already knew wasn’t there. I would look all around to no avail while the world felt like it was dropping form under my feet. I always knew what was next like Pavlov’s dog it was a repeated pattern…the shriek coming from deep in my brother’s lungs would pierce the air and assault my ears like some sort of sonic retribution. I grab him and pull him in tight to me and try telling him not to worry, but let’s be honest, the dark is scary and 4-year old’s cannot be reasoned with.