In The Dark Novels & Stories

In the darkness, he won't see how flat as a board I am. In the darkness, he doesn't have to see my snoozefest of a face... In the darkness, he won't be disgusted... In the darkness, he won't see my tears...

So I would definitely remember if I was back to having nightmares. I try to blink my eyes to adjust to the darkness but I only see darkness all the lights are off so instead I try to see the time still upset I’m sweating like this and then Shasta’s feet are coming in my face all of a sudden like she can’t feel me or feel herself move. Move your feet Shasta I say but she just groans ignoring me Now I know it must have been hot from both our body heat. She probably has rolled on my side the whole night I groan out loud Why do I have to sleep with her she doesn’t know how to share a bed and always end up with some part of her on me.And she has her own bed but choose to sleep in mine.Dad calls h

Re. "Remi," I whispered. The red marks flared golden. My mind swirled. The bruises, the running, the bridge, Mila.... the darkness. I remembered it all. Mila was being worn like a suit by the darkness. A cold shiver descended on me. I felt the darkness press in even in the bright restroom. A firefly of light reflected in the mirror. I spun. "Remi," I said to the shadow man leaning against the door.

103. Dark web . - . Mikolaj . - . Sitting alone in the dimly lit hotel bar, I am swirling my drink while gazing at the inky darkness spread outside. I am here craving some distraction. Her phone was switched off, and the message was never delivered. I know he will call and I am apprehending our conversation. What does he want? Money? If it was that simple, why did he wait a week? And how long will he take to respond?

Quieter. Emergency lanterns glowed at intersections, leaving long stretches of hallway dim. I wandered downstairs. I wasn’t sure where I was going. Then I noticed the open front doors. Someone sat outside. Blake. He was perched on the hood of a car just inside the barricade, one knee drawn up, knife resting beside him. His head turned as I approached. “Can’t sleep?” I stopped. “How did you know I was there?” “You’re loud.” “I am not.”

a deep baritone voice said from the shadows. I jumped, nearly hitting the wall. A guy was leaning against the bricks near some old crates. He looked like he’d stepped out of a movie—pale skin, sharp features, with a cloak that dramatically billowed in the breeze. He stepped forward into the dim light and I froze. His features were perfect, almost etched from marble. Long, dark wavy hair cascaded down his back, framing a sharp jawline and blood-red lips. But his eyes were what got me. They were dead. Just pitch-dark voids that didn't reflect a single spark of the neon lights from the street. I was freaked out, but I couldn't look away. My skin prickled with a weird kind of intrigue.

Nick The darkness enveloped me like a suffocating blanket as I stirred from my restless slumber, a sense of unease gnawing at the edges of my consciousness. Something didn't feel right, a nagging feeling that whispered of impending danger. I glanced at the clock beside my bed, the numbers glowing faintly in the dim light of the room. It was the middle of the night, the world outside shrouded in darkness and silence. But despite the late hour, sleep eluded me, my mind plagued by a sense of foreboding.

I'm sure that was how the Israelites felt when moses parted the sea. Or was it Abraham? I'm not sure which one, don't me I'm not a full time believer. But I'm pretty sure this was how they felt. Arina took a step backwards and before I could ask what to do, she kept into the open space beyond. Perfect. Absolutely spiffing. I peeped into the big hole. It was dark. Very dark. Like a mice hole. I tried very hard to see what was inside but failed. 'Woof?'.

They matched the size of the unknown. Godric held his chest. He had the feeling that the darkness would overwhelm him. He couldn't explain how this darkness could be so powerful that it touched even a ghost. The aura of the unknown was so powerful and haunting that Godric took a step back and dropped to his knees. The darkness seemed to weigh on his shoulders, trying to crush him. It wasn't just the young priest who felt like this, the other monks also seemed to have succumbed to this powerful aura. Amon held onto his staff and tried to defy the force, even if it was almost hopeless. "Don't let up!" He kept shouting encouragingly.

why this happens to me only. I was now scared like hell....I switched on light and went to lift but it was not working...then I took stairs... But at the lower floor ...there were no lights. It was pitch dark. Now I actually got scared....and tears were escaping from my eyes... I have huge phobia of darkness. I can't go there...I am scared... So I went back to the cabin...and called the watchman...but he was not picking up phone...why? Please pick the phone...no one was answering... why?