THE DARKNESS (visit one)

The Darkness hadn't left the boy alone entirely. It just hung back in the top corners of the room and watched. The boy thought that he was fixed and that his days of troubles were over but he was wrong. The Darkness enjoyed toying with the boy briefly some evenings when the boy was tired and the room was quiet. A brief breeze across his head as if a spiders web had dropped from the ceiling and landed on his forehead pleased the oppressive force. 
Oh how the boy wrote incessantly about  being an improved person and not having any 'demons' left, made the Darkness smile, half with disbelief at the naivety and half with  an excitement of what was to come. He would have his dark days again, his shadow would see to that.