Dimmed Lights Flicker Novels & Stories

With the moonlight casting over the window, the light graced us with its presence, immediately lighting up the dark room. It wasn’t that bright with the dark curtains flying here and there with a swift breeze but it was enough since we could see each other well. The motion caused by the curtains caused some shadows to erupt up the walls from specific decorative objects, giving an eerie kind of feeling to the whole situation. I gulped once I imagined myself alone in here with no light. You wouldn’t know what might be lurking around and in the corners of the room. The lights kept on flickering on and off on Ryder’s face which soon contorted to a grimace.

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.

“You’re dangerous when you say things like that.” “Maybe that’s what you like about me.” Their foreheads stayed pressed together for a few seconds, the world outside narrowing to just the two of them heartbeat against heartbeat, breath against breath. But then the house made a sound again. A low hum. The lights flickered once. Twice. Then died completely. Noa tensed. “Not again.” Alessio grabbed the flashlight, thumb hitting the switch. It didn’t work this time either. The silence that followed was too thick like the house itself was holding its breath.

“Emily, I promise you—we’re two steps ahead.” I wanted to believe that. God, I needed to believe that. But just as I started to relax, the living room light flickered. Once. Twice. Then the power went out completely, swallowing us in heavy, unnatural darkness.

Irrespective of the cost. Suddenly, the lights flickered, and the room was engulfed in darkness. A cold, uninterested voice echoed in the shadows.

The adrenaline from the Zoom meeting two days ago has faded, leaving a quiet, gnawing ache in its wake. I plate the pasta. I pour the wine. I sit at my small, round dining table, staring at the empty chair across from me. "Bon appétit, Mia," I whisper to the silence. The lights in the apartment suddenly flicker. I freeze, fork halfway to my mouth. I didn't touch the switch. The harsh white overhead LEDs dim, softening to a warm, amber glow. It’s instantaneous—my sad little kitchen suddenly looks like a moody bistro in the West Village.

It seemed he knew something when Noah said the word “Starlight” On the other hand, Lux was trying to calm down and took a deep breath. The blonde-haired girl had a faint smile on her face, “Huft … looks like I have to use that. Like it or not, I have to do it in an emergency like this. In fact, I really don't want to use it because the side effects are quite troublesome.” Lux who showed a calm expression and she suddenly smiled faintly, it made the man who attacked her feel that something was strange.

Her lips move as if she's whispering to herself, her forehead creased in apparent distress. And then there's something even more odd—the lights above her bed are flickering on and off.

Vivian looked between them carefully. Two men. Both dangerous in different ways. Both trying to protect her. Both hiding things. And she no longer knew who she trusted more. Maybe neither. Thunder shook the windows again. Then suddenly the office lights flickered once. Everyone froze. The lights flickered again. Then went out completely. Darkness swallowed the office instantly. Vivian’s breath caught sharply. “What the hell—” Emergency backup lights activated seconds later, casting the entire floor in dim red illumination. The atmosphere turned eerie immediately.

Absolute, crushing darkness swallowed the grand Dimitri estate. Only the synchronized, rhythmic flashing of the red tactical emergency lights illuminated the endless, maze-like corridors, casting long, bloody shadows against the ornate crown molding. The eerie silence that followed the power cut lasted barely a single second. Then..........*BOOM!*