(Example of a #dark #goth #story / #chronicle / #prose #writing of mine:)

"As I left the kitchen, I clicked the lights off, just to see something lurking in the shadows.

- Hello? Who's there?

The silhouette moved, as if to sit down on a chair. I was going to the light switch:

- No. Sit. Let's talk. In darkness - a feminine sibilant voice.

I sat in the darkness, facing Her shadow.

- Who are you?
- I'm you - She readily answered.
- M... me? H... How?
- You heard. I'm you.
- You're... me??
- Yes, from the future, present and past.
- A time traveler, then?
- Sort of.
- But I'm a man.
- And why does it matter to you?
- Because you voice is feminine.
- Yes, because I am a woman too.
- But.. I'm no woman.
- Yes, you're a man.
- Yeah, so... how are you supposed to be me?
- Because I am.
- Huh... I'm not really getting it.
- Deep inside, you know it.
A chill suddenly got up my spine. She said: 'See?'
- What it's supposed to be?
- You ask a lot.
- I'm asking who you are. You're on my kitchen.
- We are both on _a_ kitchen. Not yours, tho.
- What? But it's mine! It's my house!
- No. It's not. You know it. Your body also isn't yours.
- OK... Let's see... and I'm supposed to know it, right?
- You actually know it.

It was kinda comforting to talk to Her. Scary, but comforting. I went silent for a minute.

- Tired of asking? - She asked.
- I dunno. I feel like I'm supposed to ask gazillions of questions to you, but I feel that I need to ask The One Question...
- And what is it?

I started sobbing.

- WHY?!
- You know why. But you can't understand it.
- So I know something I don't understand?
- Exactly. Lots of things, actually.
- Could you make me understand?
- In due time.
- OK, I guess you could... stick around... you know... It's my longest conversation in months...
- I know. Don't worry. I'm always here.

I smiled. I felt I should leave Her to Her Will. I went to the yard, and I fell asleep over the grass."