All the way to the movie my mom chatted to herself. I pretended to listen and nodded a few times.
We ended up watching a romantic comedy. It was good, I guess. The bad thing was, when the lights went down, suddenly I saw an orange mist settling on the floor of the theater. The hairs on the back of my neck went up ad I had a strong urge to turn around. When I did, I saw my father hanging behind me. It took everything I had in me not to scream and run away. Instead I turned quickly around and grabbed my mom's hand.
"What's wrong?" she asked.
I shook my head and put a finger to my lips, meaning that the movie was starting and she had to be quiet.
When the movie was over, my mom tried to ask me again what was wrong but I just shrugged.
The car ride home was silent, and I decided that would be the last movie I ever went to. If even just that much darkness could cause this, I wouldn't let myself be in the dark ever again.