Then the darkness rushed in, accompanied by harsh, almost maniacal laughter.

Instead of a gray monotone overhead, an enormous boiling darkness rushed toward her, growing larger and closer with each passing moment.

Then darkness rushed at her, pulling her down into its grip.

And she smiled as the darkness rushed through her mind and took the words away.

She screamed as the darkness rushed past her, a genuine terrified-for-her-life bellow of fear.

The speedometer inched up from 110 to 120, the car rocking back and forth, the darkness rushing past.

As we were moving forward, the darkness, pushed aside by our beams of light, was rushing back in behind us.

A low sound bubbled in his throat, the darkness rushed over him and he had no feeling of impact as he fell.

The light went off and the darkness of the street rushed in again.

A darkness, deeper and blacker than that in the chamber, rushed through her.