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.