Wddm: !!top!!

Silence. Then the smallest sound: a creak on the stairs that did not belong to the house.

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. Silence

I unbolted the door in one slow motion, stepped into the rain, and pulled it shut behind me. The cold was a sharp blessing. The dark outside was vast, but it was honest dark — sky and storm, not the small, waiting dark of a closed room. when it freezes you

My heart told me to freeze. But a deeper voice, older than fear, whispered four letters: WDDM. stepped into the rain