reached an extreme

So I was reading this book. a beautiful book by one of my favorite authors. There was a moment that I realized who was responsible for the doom that had befallen this household and what was sure to come. I was alone upstairs in "the villa".. I could hear my roommates downstairs laughing at the movie they were watching, but all I could feel around me was the doom that had been engulfed me in my book. I took a break and looked out, seeing the glass sliding door to the balcony open to let in the fresh, cool air. But all I could feel and see was the blackness.

I was alone in the light and the night was closing in around me, making me claustrophobic. I suppose i could have put the book down, because I honestly thought, wow.. maybe i shouldn't be reading this right now, with all the ghost and ghouls.. But I couldn't put it down. And when I did decide it was because I couldn't take it anymore.

The darkness was closing in, and the poor souls that were in the book I was sure were rushing in from the black night through that cursed open door. And suddenly, there was no escaping the night. Windows surrounded me on all angles and I couldn't find a safe haven. Windows by the front door... huge GAPING windows down stairs to a door that doesn't lock. One hallway was encompassed by blackness and the other had Christine's bedroom door open, the night taunting me with it's presence from her window. My whole self was filled with fear as I rushed to close her door, and sit crossed legged on the floor near the bathroom, only the see the reflection of the window in the mirror.

I scurried down the hallway where I knew I would be clear from being seen, while Christine peeked out of the bathroom, looking at me quizzically, inquiring with her eyes why I was behaving in such a way. I curled up in a ball, staring at the wall in front of me.

too many windows.