Flicker In The Dark Novels & Stories

she cried to us as she handed us the painting that was meant for us. I just smiled at her as she hugged us. I looked down at the painting I was holding. "Life in the Darkness" — The Woman Who Lived in the Dark." ** Life in Darkness has signed off.

Emily moved slightly to block the front door. A low growl echoed in the entire apartment sending chills down my spine. Emily's face was strained as she tried her best not to move away from the door. Her hands started shaking but she did not budge. I shook my head vigorously waving my free hand giving her a sign to move. But she was not looking at me and had all the focus on Damien. Damien's eyes turned electric blue. It was bad. A small sound came from Emily's side, her green eyes started glowing, and just when I thought something worse was about to happen, she lowered her head.

Even if the travelling companion only wanted to drag him down. Hissing filled his ears as he continued. His eyes remained down, unwilling to look at the foul insects or whirling walls. 'Move toward the light...towards the flame that beckons to the lake of memory...' Nathaniel dared to look up. In the distance, if he squinted, he could make a small beam of orange light waving like a frail candle before him. The colour was warm, like the welcoming glow of an inn on a winter's night but the aura was cold. Forboding.

This definitely meant the sun would be out in a few hours. “Well well well, boys. look what we have here.” A creepy voice came from the darkness of the forest, making the group almost jump in fright. Jake and Tomiwa quickly huddled and stood by Annabelle and Tisha while they held their weapons in alert. “SHOW YOURSELF!!” Tisha cried out in anger as she glanced around. For a while nothing could be heard.Then all of a sudden, 8 pairs of red eyes glowed in the darkness surrounding the four people. Tomiwa shrieked in fright as she saw the eyes and stayed close to Jake who was trying to compose him self.

He looks so f*cking cute. I make my way downstairs and back to the kitchen to make some popcorn for us. I'm still a bit bothered about his scratch on his back. It looks like he does every time that his nails cut deeper into it. I heard him calling my name so I immediately pick the bowl of popcorns since it's done before walking back to the living room. I looked at him with a raised brow, and he pats his hand on my seat, making me chuckle. I remember that I dimmed the light, knowing that he's scared of the dark. And, we proceed to watch as he started eating the popcorn after he picked the horror one. Who on earth would pick a horror when they're scared of it?

The one at the far end, near the intersection where the hallway branched off into darkness. I knew that flicker. I had stood under it before. Many times. I had counted the beats between flickers to keep from losing my mind. Three seconds of steady light. Then a stutter. A long pause. Then back to steady. I knew that rhythm. I had used it to mark time while I stood there. My stomach turned. I knew this exact space. I would have bet my life on it. The problem was, I couldn’t remember why. And then—

He sees me smiles and responds mischievously. "No, I'm fine at the moment," I nod and leave even more nervous than when I entered. I walk into the kitchen and into the office, where Pit has another order list in hand. “What's up Nisha?” he asks when he sees my face. “Who is Dark?” I ask, what happens next alarms me. The list falls from her hands and the color in her face vanishes completely, she opens her eyes wide and says in barely a whisper. “Where have you heard that name?” I hesitate for a moment.

We didn't let the darkness win. END OF VOLUME ONE

I rolled my eyes at her and placed the remote control at the center table. “Could you stop it, Sid? Why would you throw the remote? It’s not that I’m taking sides but I am more concerned with the remote. What if you got it destroyed. Do you have money to replace it?” I got more irritated as Daya stocked her tongue out at me. I swear I’d cut that tongue. Mama sat beside me and got a bit from the Leche flan, “Your Leche flan tastes so sweet.” “Ma, don’t eat it if you’re just going to complain every time. If you don’t want it, then I’ll eat it.” I answered back which earned me a pinch in the inner thigh. Ouch!