“Kida, come say bye to nana.” says my mom. I roll my eyes and I reply “ok mom, just give me a second” I get up and walk over to the cabinet looking for the cookie jar that nana always has in here making sure it had not moved . As I reach for the handle of the cupboard, I feel something dark looking at me almost looking right into my soul. As I pull the cupboard open I feel something almost dance softly touching my neck gliding across almost like a caress. The cupboard pitch black like an abyss seeing the jar is gone my heart drops, I go to reach my hand in it feels cold almost like its a door to a whole another place. As I go to take my hand something rough grabs my sweater. Grappling to it like this is it last chance at anything. I feel my pulse start to gallup , draining out all noise as I start to pull back. But this thing has such a strong grasp “fuck fuck fuck” i whisper to my self as i feel more and more hands or fingers touch my hand and hoodies trying to pull me in the room spinning like some messed up carnival game. “I need to get myself free, or this might be the last time I see any of this and my family.. I need to see them to come back to be there for my cat.” I hear a crash and I use up a lot of my energy to pull away as I feel the grips lose their grasp. I landed on my, but banged my head off the table. I put my hand to my head and took it down, seeing my hand brandished with blood and some black little splotches. my brown hair a mess from the commotion. The black surrounding the walls dripping down as I see in the cupboard one eye, black with blue dot in the middle of the glowing white almond shape, then 3, 5, 7, 9, and 12 just appear looking and individually blinking at me, studding me. “Damn it” I gritted out, a low growl emanating from the open cavity. My eyebrows shoot up and my hazel eyes widen with fear again turning all most a dark brown, the hair on the back of my neck, as I now hear a chuckle come from the void “Kidaa” a deep voice says with a little laugh at the end. “No, where is the jar, fuck this is bad” I hear a yell from out side the black but its all muffled. As I get up to find the cookie jar I feel a caress of darkness go to my neck and trail to my lips like a graze across them almost nipping at them. My heart jolts even more, making my pulse even worse. I see a glimmer of white out of the corner of my eye, the lid to the jar I try to get up but fall, as I crawl over to it, seeing both the jar and lid now. I grab them and close them and hear almost a crash like plates or glass falling. as the black all disappears. Except for the ones that dance all along my arm and hand. The cookie jar is almost spinning around like a ballerina. Turning black with accents of black and blue.