The door swung open and darkness literally spilled in, as though the shadows outside in the cold, blistering night had taken tangible form and now rushed through the room like tidal wave from the darkest part of the ocean. The wind that accompanied it snuffed out every candle I had lit, and I realized just how pathetic my attempt to keep the darkness at bay had been; this was the type of darkness that could swallow the sun, there was no candle flame that could withstand it. I backed up until I was against the wall, trying not to choke on fear as the shadows slowly snaked up the walls and over the floor, blanketing everything.
Tendrils of dark wound around my feet, burning my flesh, burrowing inside me, and though the pain was severe, I refused to scream. Now the darkness started to recede, and I was dragged out of the house, thinking only that I had done this to myself, so I had no one else to blame. This was what happened when you escaped from hell; they always found you, and they always took you back. I was dragged over the threshold and the door swung shut.