To my amazement it seemed the existing light was slowly being sucked from the room as it seemed to be getting minutely darker the longer I stood there speechless, unable to take my eyes away from what I was seeing in the corners of the ceiling.
When my eyes adjusted I saw more deeply into the empty gloom, a dime sized empty void where the wall and ceiling surfaces came together.
Mesmerized by these unnatural visions I focused my attention more deeply on the black tentacles reaching out from the dime sized void. I saw what looked like a thin gray line of movement, almost like cigarette smoke, emanating from the black tentacles.
I can only describe what I saw without saying how or why I was seeing what I saw!
Pale gray particles of darkness finer than any dust I had ever seen had covered the walls and every object in the room erasing any vestiges of light from any surface capable of reflection giving the room a sickening pall.
It seemed the corners of the room were slowly sucking the captured light from the room leaving an otherworldly gray in its place.
It seemed the room was slowly dying from lack of light.
Feeling an odd sense of fear and loathing a prickling feeling on the back of my neck, I backed out of the room, pushed the door shut as silently as possible.
I quickly flew down the stairs, out the front door to the grassy area where I joined the others playing, in denial and rationalization, minimizing the nightmare of all I had seen.
Some time later while riding alone with Donna, she stopped the car in front of Jim and Janey’s house.
Turning off the key, we sat, in dead silence while it seemed Donna was collecting her thoughts to speak.
With a sense of resignation she pointed at the three dormer windows on the second floor of the house. Then, she told me that it was in that room behind those three dormer windows that Jim had blown his head off with a shotgun.