Darkness Blindness Novels & Stories

"You may have noticed his confusion and disorientation. We believe he’s experiencing psychological shock, and there's an additional, more unusual issue—psychological blindness, or hysterical blindness." "Blindness? Does that mean he can’t see at all?" Camilla asked, her brow furrowing. Dr. Dupont nodded. "Yes, he reports that he can’t see. However, there is no physical damage to his eyes or optic nerves. All our tests indicate that his vision should be intact. This blindness is psychological; his mind is reacting to the trauma of the accident. It happens when the brain shuts down certain functions as a protective response to emotional shock." Brendan looked alarmed. "Is this permanent? Will

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. He always makes me feel that he is not present but I know he is present in the darkness of the house. He owns it, darkness is his slave and he conquers everything with it. I entered the room and quickly switched on the lights. I can hear my own heartbeats as I gulped in fear and my hands started shaking making the water in my bottle tremble with the movements. Never in my life have I thought that I'll be this terrified to enter my own room. It feels tragic.

“Come on, we’ve got to get you cleaned up.” It felt unbelievable good to have a shower. To feel the cold water running along my back, down my butt and even over my aching legs. I almost cried. I was robbed of so many things being locked in that hellhole. Thomas didn’t know, but I wasn’t able to make out every colour, most things seemed a blur, others were fragments or black and white. It’s said that after a while many things lost function of certain organs when they weren’t in use. Most fishes in the darkness couldn’t see, maybe I was slowly going blind, having seen nothing but complete darkness for longer than I cared to remember.

Never requiring the use of night lights or flashlights to make my way across a room at night. But as I continue to look around me, I find no matter how hard I try to allow my eyes to adjust, my vision never changes. Almost as if someone had placed a dark cloth over my eyes. I find the darkness to be overwhelming as fear rushes through my veins. I close my eyes in an attempt to relax myself. However, the fear I feel continues to loom over me. Doubts begin to swarm my mind like an infestation. I feel tears prick at the side of my face as it becomes too much, from the pain to the pure darkness.

The situation felt surreal as if they were trapped in a nightmare from which they couldn't wake up. "So tell me, what do you see, Melinda?" He questioned, his voice filled with urgency. "Nothing, papa. It's all darkness. Utter darkness," she responded. The darkness engulfed them, pressing in from all sides like a suffocating blanket. Melinda strained her eyes, but there was nothing to see, just an endless void of blackness. Kieran spoke up. "So, what do we do now?" he quipped.

When Emily opened her eyes she saw everything was dark. A small dirty room, the window is pinned closed and there is only a small source of light through the door cracks. The pungent smell of this room makes her nauseous. She tried to recalled what happened earlier? When she is talking to Ryan she saw someone bumped into her car. She halted and go out of the car to check on that lady if she is fine or not but before she asks anything from that lady someone hits her head which makes her lose her consciousness then she didn't know what happened afterwards. She still tried to recall the person who suddenly jumped in front of her and what happened afterwards but she couldn't remember anything. E

Very few people knew this about me, but I was afraid of the dark. For any ordinary werewolf, this fear would seem ridiculous. For an Alpha, it was worse. It was like a flaw, an ugly scar burned deep into my soul. It came from an accident years ago, when a rare toxin left me completely blind for months. Those months were the darkest, most hopeless point of my life. I had almost given up on living. The future felt as black as the world I could no longer see. And in that helpless abyss, Malcolm had appeared. Even though I couldn't see him, I felt his patience.

I was my sister now. He dragged the body to the kitchen. Water ran. A suitcase zipper opened. I kept my eyes on the wall. Counted cracks. Seven up. Three across. The water stopped. Footsteps came back. Then he turned off the lights. Darkness. My real eyes screamed for light, but the white lenses blocked everything. I breathed slow. In. Out. A phone flashlight clicked on. Beam straight into my eyes. I didn't blink. Ten seconds. Twenty. My eyes burned behind the plastic, but my face stayed empty. Bored. *Blind.*

I stood in front of my mother, backing toward the bed step by step. Staring at the widening crack in the doorway, sweat covered my forehead as I felt completely helpless without any weapon. Then the door was violently forced open, with the bottom of the wardrobe making a terrible screeching sound like metal on train tracks. A pair of dirty boots stepped into the room. "Did you think blocking the door would save you? I don't have the patience for games." The man smiled crookedly, his disgusting gaze scanning the room. I froze in place, staring at the gleaming knife in his hand, its cold light reflecting off his filthy knuckles.

My veins feel like they’re filled with molten lava, searing through every nerve. And then— Darkness. I don’t mean unconsciousness. I don’t mean losing sight. I mean real, tangible darkness. My vision blurs, and then suddenly, everything is pitch black. Not just around me—inside me. It’s as if the light has been ripped away, replaced by something vast and endless and utterly consuming. And when I finally open my eyes again, the horror on Rigel’s face tells me everything. My hands are shaking. My pulse is erratic.