My mother would tell me stories of what was in the dark, about strange creatures, and the power which the dark had. I was **_eager_** to find this power, I wanted to see it, just like my mother had. I ran to my room and turned out the light, I closed my curtains so I was **_engulfed_** in the darkness. I sat on my bed and grabbed my quilt, wrapping myself in the warm, soft blanket that my mother had made me years before. I watched intently, waiting to see the power the darkness had, then I found it, I saw the darkness pulsing in and out, it was as if it was moving, but darkness can’t move. It was an **_astonishing_** sight to see, the darkness moving as if it were alive. I had finally seen the power my mom told me about, the power I had dreamed about seeing for years, was finally in front of me.