Dimmed Lights Flicker Novels & Stories

Ernesta asked confusedly. Manager and Arian were as surprised as Ernesta, and they did not understand why Liam gave. Maybe because Ernesta Noah's eyes were ugly, he didn't like it. "Disadvantage, with the too strong light environment will reduce vision somewhat." Liam looked directly at Ernesta, reading out the information on her resume. “Did I read it right?” Liam asked coldly. "You read it right." Ernesta also did not want to waive. “So what? What do you mean?"

On her way down, Amara decided to text Jake, informing him of her whereabouts, in case something went wrong. The message was brief and by the time she had exited the building and walked into the parking lot, she had composed it, about to send it when the overhead lights suddenly began to flicker. “What the…” She trailed off, looking up at the lights and frowning. The flickering grew lessened, but did not stop, leading to a feeling of uneasiness pooling in the pit of her stomach. Clenching her jaw, Amara convinced herself that the lighting was simply malfunctioning and she had no reason to be paranoid and freak out, and that was what she did.

Now. Kelvin’s grip tightened, his breath ragged against my throat as he steered me backward, toward the bed. My heart hammered, a trapped bird thrashing against my ribs. I wanted to push him away. Scream. Run. But my body was no longer mine to control. Then— Flicker. The lights stuttered, a sudden, jarring interruption. The bulbs hissed like angry serpents, their glow dimming, flaring, then dimming again, painting the walls with grotesque, leaping shadows.

It’s a simple fix, but it feels oddly intimate, the way he’s letting me see him up close like this, trusting me with his flaws. Just as I reach for the final calibration setting, the lights flicker. I freeze. “Not again.” The main power cuts a second later, casting the room in darkness. A few emergency lights buzz on overhead, coating everything in a faint red glow. The servers hum louder in the silence. “Seriously?” I mutter. “Third time this week.” Flynn’s voice is calm. “You think it’s the wiring again?” I sigh, stepping back from the workbench. “Maybe. Or the lab’s just as tired as I am.”

Outside, a faint buzzing sound drifted through the open windows. It was soft. Almost harmless. But it was t here. We both looked up at the same time. The buzzing grew louder. Not dramatic. Not explosive. Just close. Very close. And then the lights flickered. Just once. And went out.

"You’re still you." The simple certainty in his voice hit harder than anything else had tonight. Before I could answer, the lights above us flickered once. Then again. Everyone froze immediately. "Tell me that’s normal," Mark said. "No," Sean replied. The flickering spread farther down the hallway in quick bursts. One section after another blinked rapidly before going dark completely. The darkness was moving toward us. Fast. Laura stepped back immediately. "We need to go. Right now."

He was too focused, forehead creased as he rechecked the final circuit board. “The sealant’s drying wrong,” he muttered. “Humidity’s killing it.” “Everything’s killing it,” Ave said. “We should’ve left twenty minutes ago.” “I just need to tighten this relay port—” “Monroe, please, the power’s been flickering for an hour.” As if summoned, the lights overhead blinked once. Twice. Then died. Complete darkness. Ave froze. “Tell me you brought a flashlight.” “Nope,” Blake said cheerfully. “But I brought mints.”

I don't feel like eating, I'm still shaken by what I had just learned. As I went inside my bedroom and tried to turn on the lights it started to flicker and went dark again. "Fuck?" I grunted as I ignored it, tossed my purse on a chair, and went straight to lie down on my bed. As I lay there I could feel the breeze getting so cold that I went under the sheets shivering, the room suddenly felt so dark and cold that I was getting goosebumps. My heart started to race, this is making me nervous for some reason. Suddenly the lights flickered on and I saw someone standing by the door that I left open, and the lights turned off again.

"Because I have to. Because if I don't, who will?" He nodded, his expression unreadable. "Yeah. I get that." We simply sat for a bit. Then— The lights flickered out. I gasped. "What the—” As the lights flickered out, I suddenly couldn't breathe. Total darkness enveloped the room. I lay frozen on the floor, all senses coming alive to compensate for the lack of vision. The air was thick, only broken by the sound of our labored breathing. Then—his voice. Low. Soft. Too fucking close.

A grownup can't sleep on it. Peeking outside from my room's door, I step out of the room and close the door behind slowly. There is only a dull, yellow LED bulb is on, on the kitchen side. The light flickering through it is as dim as candlelight. I can't see Ashar from here due to darkness.