Still, Dark

"Grandpa tell me the story again!", the young boy yelled in excitement, as he and his parents entered the room. It had been only one month to the day since the last time they had come visit the young boy's grandfather, but as usual he acted as if it had been longer. "Woah there my boy!", the boy's grandpa said, as he jumped into his lap. "Gifton be careful!", his mother yelled at him. "Oh he's fine! This old man still has some strength in him!", the grandfather said. "Tell me the story, grandpa!" The old man tried to hide the smile that crept up onto his face. He was always glad to hear his grandson running down the hallway to his room just as anxious and happy to see him as he was to see the little boy. "Ok. So there was this small town out in the west called Blindentown. Now you had New York that was famous for being the city that never sleeps and Florida famous for being the sunshine state, but Blindentown was famous for one thing-being the darkest town in the whole country at night! Now it didn't get much sunshine in the daytime either, but it was all just as beautiful. At night every store light, street light, and every house light would be turned off. It was so dark you couldn't see your hand in front of your face! Each night everyone hurried and got in bed because legend has it that if you're not asleep while you're in bed whatever you hear outside will force it's way into your house and eat you alive! So every night make sure when you go to bed you go right to sleep, ok?" Gifton nodded his head slowly. The old man pulled a dollar out his robe and handed it to him. "Now run down the hall to the vending machine and get some candy." Gifton grabbed the dollar and ran off. His parents stood silent for awhile. "I'm gonna tell him one day," the old man said, not even turning around to face them. "You have to, Dad," the mom said. "He's going to figure it out eventually." The old man shook his head, staring out the window into a bright sunny day, into darkness.