A tiny portion of some of my “real” writing.

Rien opened his eyes and saw the black. It was a black of endless depth; a total absence of all light, color, and life. The darkness covered him. It wasn’t right. There should be a dozen tiny lights on at night in his home. The glow of a digital alarm clock, tiny power lights of devices currently switched to off, combination night-lights and air fresheners…a myriad of objects that should be complementing the moon light which was also absent.
The young man closed his eyes again so that he could think without looking at the abyss in front of him. He could feel that he was lying on a floor, a cold one, probably the one in his basement. That much would explain the lack of a lunar presence. A power outage could handle the rest. Satisfied that he had sufficiently defused his confusion, Rien again opened his eyes onto the faceless void. It was no less dark, but far less menacing.
Now, to deal with the other problems caused by the situation. Rien had no memory of going to his basement for anything, nor did he have any idea of his current location in the large room. He supposed he could wait until the power came back on to try to exit, since that would turn the security light he had installed down here back on and make the process of leaving much easier. But that only works if you’re the sort of person who considers patience a virtue. Rien Hawkins was, to put it bluntly, not. All he had to do was find a wall, and follow it carefully around the room. Eventually it would hit the staircase.
As he was preparing to rise from the floor to go about this, Rien’s thoughts were interrupted by the sound of metal being dragged across concrete from somewhere behind him.
There wasn’t much in his basement, and what was there was boxed. He could think of nothing that could shifted or fallen to make that sound. Either he wasn’t where he thought he was, or he wasn’t the only one here. Desperately trying not to make any noise himself, he began to listen for anything. No footsteps or breathing. No sound of someone bumping into or moving boxes. No anything.
Then it came again. Except this time the sound came from his right, and considerably higher than before. It sounded like a pipe or other large steel object had been dragged along one of the walls, creating a ringing sound that was painfully loud in the otherwise complete silence. Footsteps be damned, someone was in here.
Refusing to believe he was anywhere but his own basement, Rien’s thoughts again turned to gaining the stairs and fleeing to the at least dim light of the world above. If he was wrong about his location, that could be dealt with later. He rose to his feet as quietly as he could, but it apparently wasn’t enough, because the instant he rose to his full height the metal sound came again, directly in front of him, although further away than it had been the last time.
“At least whoever it is can’t see anything either,” he thought to himself. He began to tread softly to his left, walking slowly so that if he did meet any of the variety of stuff he had stored down here, he hopefully wouldn’t make enough noise to completely give away his location. After only ten or twelve halting steps, he reached the wall. Punctuating this achievement was the metal sound. It was longer this time, back and to his right; closer than before, but still in the wrong direction. Keeping his left hand on the wall, he began to walk forward just as slowly as he had been previously.
The ringing noise came again, just a few feet ahead, after he had taken only three steps.
All sense of composure was gone; he reversed direction and ran as quickly as he could. If he was lucky, and it was his basement, he was already on the wall that contained the stairs. There were no boxes pushed against the wall on that side.
Rien was not lucky. His shin collided with the soft cardboard of a well loved carton and he went sprawling in a spray of what felt like old clothes. This was fortunate in that some of the garments beat him to the ground, cushioning his head when it hit. The metal sound followed immediately just inches above his face.

He awoke from his dream lying on his basement staircase. Morning sunlight flooded in from the open doorway at the top. Looking up from his prone position, Rien could see the main circuit breaker, pulled down.