The Darkness Within – Excerpt 1
I was born in Hungary in 1938, my father was away, fighting in the war my eldest sister assisted with the birth, or so I was told, years later. I grew up as one of a large family with siblings of both sexes. As I was the youngest at that time, I was teased mercilessly by my older siblings.
Just before bedtime they would delight in telling me the goriest of tales about Vampires and Werewolves and other creatures of our folk lore. As a small child I wouldn’t sleep in the dark, these stories had me so frightened. And, even now as a full-grown man I try to keep out of the dark, or all the old memories come flooding back to haunt me.
As a child I had an idyllic life on the farm, all of us siblings pulled together to make light work of it. And when the work was done we would play, just as hard. We would get home, eat our suppers and then stumble in to our beds.
This was the part of the day, that I personally dreaded, when my siblings recounted their own versions of our countries traditional tales. These tales of blood sucking Vampires and ravenous Werewolves and other legendary monsters. My siblings were fascinated by them, not me, the very thought of them terrifies me, even now.
But, then in 1958, just after my eighteenth birthday, everything changed, there were rumours of discord and rebellion. Hungary was at that time, a satellite of the Soviet Union, but there were rumblings of discontent, of rioting in the streets.
To you, the reader, this may sound ridiculous, But I was Hungarian, O.K. just an ill – educated farm boy. But if we had to fight for our freedom, I was a patriot, so be it, I would fight for my country!
(C) Damian Grange 2018