Something Different Again

The second Bookmark I wrote.

Things

There was a time when that building cast a shadow in the landscape of my mind. It haunted my dreams and never left me in peace. I spent so many of my days sitting at a desk in that building. One of many but I alone knew the truth. That building was evil. I could feel the energy flow through the rooms. It was dark and tainted with lost ambitions and failed hopes. The desks and chairs were normal. The windows were clear and the walls strong. There was nothing wrong with the building. Nothing at all, and yet it scared me. At times it still does, even though I have long since escaped its pull. It still makes me shiver. Things happened in that building. Things I once forgot but can never forget again. But what gets me. What makes me give it second looks, is that I am alone. To everyone else it is just a building. I have to wonder how many things in this world are evil? How many things have tormented a single person and left everyone else alone? How many times have I past something that made another cower? Think about that. About what frightens you and you alone. Think about your secret fears. Imagine all the people in the world and every fear hidden in the recesses of their minds. Think about that and wonder why these things have left you alone. Think about that and hope the things don’t change their minds.