Fear of the Dark

By: Gladiator

I travel time alone

Void of space and consciousness I roam

At night gibbous moon beams leave thy mark

When the light begins to change

I sometimes feel a little strange

A little anxious when it's dark

Fear of the Dark...  Fear of the Dark

The constant feeling something’s always near…

Fear of the Dark...Fear of the Dark

A phobia that someone's always there...

Have you run your fingers down the wall?

And have you felt your neck skin crawl

When you're searching for the light?

Sometimes when you're scared to take a look

At the corner of the room

You've sense that something's watching you

Have you ever been alone at night?

Thought you heard footsteps behind

And turned around and no one's there?

And as you quicken up your pace

You find it hard to look again

Because you're sure there's someone there

Watching horrid creatures fly nights before

Debating witches and folklore

The unknown troubles of your mind

Maybe your memory is playing tricks

You sense and suddenly eyes fix

On dancing Shadows from behind

Fear of the Dark...  Fear of the Dark

The constant feeling something’s always near…

Fear of the Dark...Fear of the Dark

A phobia that someone's always there...

  Indiana sat across from the Captain in the old house.  The constant tick tock of an ancient wall clock was like some crude time bomb and seemed to send Kirk into a semi-transient state.  Neither fully alert nor attentive, nor dreaming or completely sane, he struggled with the words to explain to Indy his present unwholesome condition and uncanny presence in this time. 

  The man fought valiantly against his will, but to no avail.  Silent lucidity was a contrast in terms.  He knew he was dreaming, however, his subconscious was actually playing back a REAL event in his mind.  Restrained by a forcefield he could not see, his keepers had him sprawled face up on a table with bright lights all around a small room.  Vaguely familiar, this scene held no serenity. 

  Experiments with mind control, and other woeful acts rushed through his thoughts, and he tried to fathom their reasoning.  His head whirled as their unhindered perversions sought to escape his subconscious.  The dreadful feeling of someone or something controlling his collective memories sent his body into convulsions as he desperately tried to free himself from the unseen restraints.  Struggling violently without success, all his muscles finally going limp, he sunk to the table, his will broken.  He lay still trying to gather his wits.  Control he told himself.  I wish I could be back home… I’m so far from it…must…. not….give... in to their pressures. 

  Glancing about the room, he could see large glass vats with some type of viscous fluid contained within.  Two of the containers he recognized held vertebras.  He squinted his eyes under the intense lights almost blinding him and could barely make out what looked like a brain attached to a backbone.  Other cauldrons held multiple vessels, some which looked ruptured.  One of the Jar-Jars contained a jelly like amorphous substance which oozed up over the sides and took the shape of a spherish organism who’s cranial area was nothing but five elongated tentacles breaching out in a star pattern...He paused for a moment, studying the living structures.  Another nameless thing with a thousand appendages squiggled and flailed against the glass as if it could tell he was eyeing it.  Anguish set in again, for it was all abhorridly inhuman. 

  From a small portal across the room he could see their bleak faces and their stare, unblinking, unrevealing.  Dark, menacing oval eyes peered though the transparent window making him aware of their ominous presence. 

  They were watching. 

  Then his attention was drawn to the body lying on the table next to him.  It was Captain Kirk!!  A rush of hormones flushed though his system, and he writhed on the table uncontrollably once again while crying out... 

“Ahhhhhhuhhha But....  that...  can’t....  beeee!!! I’m James ...T...  Kirk. 

After a few minutes of agonizing defeat, he gave in and slumped unto the hard surface again.  In the midst of the utter despair of his situation, his conscious mind broke free and eluded an answer.

Clones………….

Sometime later he still lie, unable to move, and his thoughts were becoming less clear and fashioned beyond the normal realm of space, time, even sanity itself.  His mind continued to drift further from reality, caught by some illusion or bizarre fantasy…he imagined it was all part of their plan……........they were coming through the door now, grabbing him harshly, remarkably strong fingers and other appendages, prodding and poking, ...He recognized their Grey faces, and features, yet they were somehow different… no longer the flail, meek creatures of old, these were enhanced beings…a new breed.  Again, he tried to move, but could not.  His eyes wondered about their orbitals, and continued in a frenzied fashion until a cruel pair of slim shining metal rods sunk through their iris’s center.  Vision, his only link with reality was now void.........all that was left was the dreamcycle, and his mind began twisting wretchedly with that blasphemous Fear of the Dark. 

The clock struck twelve midnight and as the gibbous moon beams shown through the nearby window Kirk snapped out of it.  Indy had a bad, eerie feeling as he listened the scrupulous story...

“The Greys…they’re not extinct!”

“Don’t you think I know that!” Snapped Indy, shaking a pointed finger.  I had hoped nothing would become of it, but many years ago you see laddy, a saucer crashed onto the Earth, Roswell, NM.  I saw the remnants of it at a hidden base called Area 51.  It’s been along time, but I’m afraid there is more too this whole thing than we realize.  Perhaps we should make contact with someone who can help.  I know people we can trust at the FBI……………….”

But before Indy could finish Kirk leapt from his chair, arms flailing, ranting and raving senselessly… and ran out into the cool, misty night air…Kirk was gone before the old man could move to stop him.  No telling where his mad delusions might lead him… 

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