Flashlight Tag Novels & Stories

There was a dark smudge on the door handle, and he heard water running inside. Dammit, he thought. He could picture the damage they might have already done. The water stopped, and he pulled the door open quietly. Nobody was in sight in the area of the lockers, and a cursory glance did not reveal any open lockers or other signs of vandalism, other than a few more dark smudges on the floor. His long flashlight felt dangerously heavy in his hands. It was one of those steel MagLights and he knew it would serve as a makeshift club if he needed to use it that way. Frank stepped around the corner and turned on the flashlight, pointing it at the sound of wet footsteps. Despite his nervousness, his v

Enola had to take her time in the bathroom to freshen up. The bathroom door slammed open, stepping out was the shimmering of the reflective effect of light given to the sun by the moon. As Bruno turned towards the bathroom door, his eyes were in awe. What he saw went through the whole part of his body, just like the relative effect of an electric shock. His body could not behold what his eyes saw and in quick reaction to that, the whole body became strong and hard. The Delilah aware of her doings knew that she had captured everything about Bruno. She came close enough, looked to his eyes and whispered,

Evelyn tightened her grip on the flashlight Caleb had given her. The road Frostfang forgot was not empty.

I sat frozen, my hand still resting on the cold, smooth porcelain forehead of a nameless doll. I fumbled in my pocket for my phone, the plastic casing slick with the sudden cold sweat of my palms. My thumb found the button, and the LED flashlight cut through the gloom like a scalpel. The beam was harsh, casting long, skeletal shadows that danced wildly across the rafters. I began to scan the rows of my collection, looking for my path back to the attic door. The light swept over the top shelf. Lady Genevieve. The Twins. The Jester.

“No open it. And hopefully you will use yours rather often.” Oh my gosh, these two are going to embarrass her in front of everybody. She slowly tears away the paper and there it is. A flashlight. A mag light. “You can use that as a bat as well. You can hit your enemy so hard with it, you can kill him.” “Thank you, this will indeed come in handy.”

“Adrien” “Don’t move,” Adrien muttered, eyes narrowing. He crossed to the table, crouched, and flipped the briefcase latch. Inside nothing but a stack of old bills, the kind used for burner bait. And beneath them something else A small transmitter, still active. Adrien’s pulse spiked. “It’s a relay beacon.” “Meaning?” “Meaning we’ve been tagged.” Before Ryan could speak, the lights cut out. A flash outside the faint shimmer of movement through the tinted window and then the unmistakable hum of a rifle scope adjusting.

Our flashlights, weak and sputtering, cast only fleeting circles of light into the oppressive darkness. As we moved deeper into the labyrinth, the radiation levels began to climb. The detectors beeped frantically, the rising numbers a constant, nerve-shredding reminder of the lethal danger surrounding us. We moved slowly, cautiously, each step a calculated risk. The fear was palpable, a living thing that clung to us, constricting our breathing, weighing heavily on our hearts. But mixed with the fear, there was also an undeniable thrill, a sense of adventure, a desperate hope.

He cut the lights, then waited silently with Leo. Soon enough, Thomas and the others returned. It wasn't surprising. Climbing stairs and changing clothes would take time; nearly everything had to be swapped from head to toe. The beams of their flashlights flickered, drawing closer. Now. Ray pressed a button. Seven high-powered flashlights blazed to life, sweeping over Thomas and his team. Even though Thomas's group had their own flashlights, they hadn't been shining them forward. Suddenly blinded by seven intense beams, they raised their hands instinctively to shield their eyes. Panic set in instantly.

Together we both exit. Atticus pioneers ahead with the flashlight from his phone to guide the way. I switch on my own and my wrist sways from left to right, the probing light interrogates the darkness. Daunted, it flees from the dual funnels of light, expanding the spread the further we trek. I sneak frequent looks off my shoulder. The void of darkness pursues, black swaths that cling to our backs, prowling like an ethereal creature.

I couldn't see because it was dark. I held that point of light. My brows knitted together because based on my feelings it's like a ballpen with different buttons. When I pressed one, the dot light went out. I pressed it again, it came back and I pressed the button next to it, the light increased so I could see what was around me. I gulped down in realizing that it was a sealed room and it didn't seem to have a door! When I pointed the flashlight at the wall I noticed it was a projector and there's a letter that says, 'Because you didn't use your senses, you didn't realize that Adam was coming to attack you."