Wddm -

When Darkness Dares, Move. Not because you aren't afraid. But because fear, when it freezes you, hands you over. And you belong to yourself.

The old clock read 11:57. Rain sheeted against the window, each drop a tiny fist demanding entry. The power had flickered twice already. Soon, the dark would come fully — not the gentle dark of bedtime, but the heavy, knowing dark that fills a house when every circuit fails. When Darkness Dares, Move

My heart told me to freeze. But a deeper voice, older than fear, whispered four letters: WDDM. When Darkness Dares