Body Flicker Novels & Stories

“No harm done. They’re just overexcited.” But the whispers clung, sharp and suspicious. And then Daisy chose that moment to pout. Her doll tumbled from her hands, and her little mouth twisted, eyes welling. But instead of tears, golden light shimmered—faint but real, flickering through her irises like trapped fire. A woman behind me gasped. “Did her eyes—” “Lights!” I cut in too loud, too sharp. I scooped Daisy up, spinning toward the gym ceiling. “See? Fluorescents always flicker in here. Gives you that weird glow sometimes.”

Dashiell spoke, his tone low and sharp. She nodded affirmatively, and Dashiell stifled a laugh. Boris placed the laptop on Dashiell's desk, and we began to look at clips of different people with gaps, which made it hard to comprehend. "You were asked to blink twice to activate the lenses, and just because you didn't do that twice doesn't mean that it won't activate when you blink at intervals. The only difference is the clear video recording from blinking twice and the gaps from blinking once," Dashiell added, the corner of his lips moving to reveal a smirk.

Ryker spoke, his eyes focused on me when I turned around. “Go for it, I just finished giving her the low down. Oh, would you mind checking on camera nine? It keeps flickering occasionally. Nothing we need to worry about, it seems to work fine, but I noticed it flickered for a nanosecond a couple of times in the past three hours.” Sara said as if she was talking to a friend, rather than her Alpha. “Carter mentioned the same thing in his report. It is on my list. Let me know when the cameras I readjust are lined up better.” Ryker responded.

The screen flickers, shapes shifting in shades of gray that mean nothing to me. Then I hear it—a faint blip. My eyes snap open. “What was that?” I ask, my voice trembling. Dr. Harris frowns slightly, moving the probe. “Could be something. Let me check again.” Jayden leans forward, his body tense. “Something? What does that mean? Was that the heartbeat?” “Hold on,” Dr. Harris says, her tone careful. “It could also be interference from your own pulse. Let me adjust one more time.”

I glanced up at him, not sure that I heard him right. I glanced over at Tiger and he was still grinning. I gasped. My eyes met his eyes. I saw a shadow of something passing through his eyes, but it longed only for a few seconds that I felt it to be an illusion. I blinked and opened my eyes to feel every essence of what took place a few minutes back. And when I was actually in senses, exit – he exited. He wasn’t there. Flicker! Flicker. Yes, the same flicker. I saw the same flicker passing through his eyes like that day when I was feeling standing by the poolside along with him.

The steady flicker of images cast shadows along the glass-topped desk. I slid into the chair and leaned forward, eyes narrowing as I followed the northern perimeter feed. A flicker. Just the subtlest movement. Too small for the average eye, but not mine. I rewound the footage, slowing it frame by frame. A shift in silhouette. There and gone in seconds. It could have been nothing, but instinct screamed otherwise. I flagged the clip, then adjusted the motion sensitivity by another two notches, setting alerts for even the faintest anomalies.

June took a deep breath, then started to close her eyes again and suddenly she felt the lights flickering again. When she opened his eyes, the lights were back on as usual. June began to remember what had happened the last time when the lights were flickering like that. Fear began to creep into her heart and throughout her body. June decided to rinse her body quickly and dry her entire body. Wrapped in a towel and her hair still wet, June came out of the bathroom. She walked slowly, trying to see if her apartment was safe and no one had intruded.

he hissed, his voice trembling with a mixture of pain and fury. I didn't give him time to recalibrate. I reached into my pocket and pulled out my phone. I didn't unlock it. I swiped the control center and hit the "Strobe" function on the flashlight. The room exploded into a frantic, rhythmic pulsing of blinding white light. It was a digital seizure. The man, whose eyes had just begun to adjust to the total dark, was hit with 800 lumens of flickering intensity. He screamed, dropping the knife and clutching his face, his world turning into a jagged series of frozen images.

Then it happens. The machines around us flicker, the soft glow of their screens dimming and flaring as though a surge of unseen power has passed through them. The steady beep falters for a breath, then steadies again. I feel Julian’s chest shudder faintly under my hand, a tremor that is small but undeniable. The room goes still.

I muttered, grabbing my phone's charger and plugged in my phone I held out the flash drive and inserted it right into the USB port. I clicked into the drive, my eyes darting around it's content, but all I saw was videos "Videos?" I whispered, my heart racing as I clicked on the video The screen flickered to life but instead of a video, I was met with an eerie black screen "What the hell is this?" I muttered under my breath and suddenly the screen flickered to life displaying images of people in a room I swallowed hard, shifting uncomfortably in my seat as I tried to comprehend the scene playing out right before me