The D Spot

I find myself walking a long hallway. The stones beneath my feet are cold and the walls are rough and dry.
I hear an echo…is it behind or in front of me? I stop, my heart clenches. A footstep? A cough? A shout?
I look over my shoulder once and continue on. My candle flickers and goes out.
I stand in the darkness, waiting for my eyes to adjust. The faint hint of moonlight lights my way. Somewhere there must be a window.
I move with less confidence now. Imagined whispers float by me and I shiver.
I am lost.
Another sound, this one definitely from ahead of me. I stop. Should I go, should I turn back?
I hear the footsteps behind me and this settles my mind. I continue forward.
I am walking away from the known and into the unknown and I can only hope to find safety.
The footsteps behind me are quickening and another glance over my forehead and I see the flicker of candleight far down the hallway.
I begin to run, blindly in the dark. My hands out to either side to keep me from falling, I am running down the dark hallway, fear in my throat and a scream just a whisper away.
With a sudden thud I run into someone and the scream erupts. Strong arms around me, a hand over my mouth.
“Shhh” I hear. “You’re safe.”
My legs buckle. I found you. Your arms around me, Your strength to protect me. I am safe here with you. I sag against you and your arms tighten, holding me up.
“Come, ” you say. “Let’s go from here.”
I follow you willingly into the dark night. As long as I have your arms to catch me, I know I am safe.