A Flicker In The Dark Novels & Stories

Somewhere between silence and memory, we got lost. Then the lights flickered. Once. Then died. Just like that, the hallway dropped into shadow. Just like that. Dark. I stopped breathing for a second. Damian didn’t. He pulled open a drawer. Matches. A few thick white candles. He lit one, the tiny flame shaking before it caught. Then another. The light it cast wasn’t steady, it danced. It flickered across his jaw, the scar under his eye, the tired set of his shoulders. He looked older in candlelight. Not worn. Just real.

That room is definitely cursed and I don't have the courage to open it. I opened the refrigerator and morning's frozen breakfast gawked back at me. I thought I would eat it for dinner but Catherina ordered us dinner as it was late due to rain. I grabbed a water bottle for the night and kept the lights on. I don't like darkness, I am scared of it. My heart thuds whenever I see the dark corner. It feels like he is staring at me. The man who has snatched the light from my life, it feels like he is here or maybe I am so paranoid that my mind creates an illusion.

I reached out and opened the door, revealing the dark office of Julia peters. My heart skipped a beat. I hadn't realised in my fear the day before that the office was unnaturally dark. The only light available was from a lantern at the farthest corner of the room. I thought someone like that should be able to afford to buy thousands of bulbs and chandeliers. I shrugged and looked around the room then I noticed a movement from the corner of my eyes and there she was. Seated in her chair, staring at me. No not me, Roddy.

Chris had to adjust his eyes because of the blinding light. He blinked fast for a few seconds before his eyes could fully adjust. He roamed his eyes at the place, all he could see are trees and other plants. The place is beautiful that it took him a moment to realize that he didn’t know where he was.

I replied. “I thought you said you left Mr. Robin Ryder your camera footage, they’re going to see you in the video," she whistled. “No, you can’t really see much of me, it was too dark, bad lighting a killer of many a good shot," I explained with a soft sigh. She sat up at this revelation, “Wait, so you’re not going to tell them it was you?” “Nope,” I replied popping the p. “but-“

"However if you keep acting like an obnoxious brat, I'll never bat an eye to you" Eka smirked at the woman in front of him, he reached for Rina's hand and smiled at her silently. Something about his expression sent a shiver to her spine. Rina let go of his collar and walk away. However, not long after the lamps were suddenly turned off. The rooms are pitch dark and both Rina and Eka look at each other warily. "Eka is this one of your antics again?" Rina growled. "No, it's not", he replied coldly.

“They were here a moment ago.” A terrible silence followed that, and I could actually feel fear moving through the room now, spreading from one person to the next like smoke, because we all knew what that meant, we all knew that people were vanishing from a sealed room in the middle of a lockdown, and nothing about that should have been possible. Then one of the lights above us flickered. Just once but that was enough just as every head turned upward. The second flicker lasted longer. “What was that?” one of the women whispered.

Not flickering, not the gradual fade of a power fluctuation, instant, complete darkness, the specific abruptness of a deliberate cut rather than an accident. I go utterly still, Iris's small weight pressed against me, my hand already moving toward the small flashlight Reth insisted I keep in this room for exactly this contingency, and in the absolute black I hear something that makes every cell in my body go cold with a fear deeper than anything Volkov messages or photographs have managed across two days. A sound at the door. Not forced entry, something quieter, more careful, the specific scraping precision of someone working the lock itself rather than breaching it through force.

Before she could speak, the lights flickered, once, twice, and then went out completely. Darkness swallowed them whole. Somewhere in the blackness, the faint sound of footsteps echoed again. And this time, it wasn’t Greg.

And the guy was staring straight at where his hand was. We exited the shop and I couldn't help but asked, "What the hell was that inside? " "What did it seem like? He was clearly and openly flirting with you. " "God, give me patience" with that I left him and walked towards Lucas with him tagging behind me. Lucas laughed looking at my face, he was about to say something when I stopped him…