One Dark Window Series Novels & Stories

He opened his curtain and stared at the light pouring from the windows opposite to his. He blinked, stared, and blinked again. The windows opposite to him was always dark, but it wasn't anymore, and he hated the new intruders in there. He hated that the darkness was now lit with light. That window, which had always been stayed closed for over a decade and some, opened and a shadowy figure was now leaning against it. He couldn't see her face clearly, but she looked so lost in the night, so alone. The pale bend of her neck curved as she looked up at the moon, as if she was wishing to fly away.

one. Deborah was in her room at the time, sitting cross-legged on the bed, reading a book. Suddenly she looked up to the window, feeling someone's eyes on her. A shiver ran down Deborah's body, but she saw no one, only the branch of the tree that lightly touched the window frame swayed steadily. She got up from the bed and walked over to the window. Deborah looked outside to be sure no one is there and closed it with a slight thud, but then she felt watched again. Deborah turned in opposite direction slowly, but saw no one. Suddenly Salvadore fell from the ceiling and immediately straightened, standing on his feet. A soft groan escaped from Deborah's chest at the sight. - I see that you miss

The heavy main door of Caden's mansion clicked shut behind me. The sound didn't offer freedom; it sealed me into a new kind of prison. The bright afternoon sun felt too harsh, mocking the darkness that had just settled deep inside me. I was outside, yes, but no longer my own. The air felt thick, heavy with the weight of the deal. My limbs felt weak, like every bone had turned to water. I had agreed. I had sold myself, not just for money now, but for Caden’s sinister game.

Dark of Night Copyright 2019 Emily Goodwin Chapter One “What do you see when you look at this one?” The doctor holds up a card, showcasing an ink splotch that’s twisted and creepy, with eyes that follow you no matter where you go. I look at it, heart hammering away inside my chest. The mess of ink on the white paper reminds me of the monster that lurks in Nana and Papa’s basement, the one that tried to get Abby and Scott to go downstairs with it.

She was still staring at the frozen image when her phone buzzed softly beside her. An unknown number. “Pretty houses don’t keep out wolves. Check the window.” Her stomach dropped. Slowly, she turned toward the glass. At the edge of the tree line, far beyond the manicured lawn, two faint red glows flickered in the dark. Not bright enough to be headlights. Too still to be fireflies. Like the lit tips of cigarettes… watching. Serena’s breath caught. She stumbled back from the window, her hands shaking as she grabbed her phone and bolted for the hall.

Turning the knob, I quietly peeked. If it wasn't because of the sunlight coming from the window, I wouldn't be walking inside. My eyes wandered around the room, as they landed on the bookshelves. I remember Anson and Mr Grayson are owners of a publishing company. No wonder why Luca's office is filled with books. I smiled at the cleanliness of the room, as I walked towards the desk with papers perfectly placed above it. My eyes suddenly landed on a picture frame, but it doesn't have a picture. Instead, a note was placed inside of it.

Alexa just smiled. Dark was just standing outside the house he's about to collect. This is the second to the last he will pick up and deliver for today. He observed the whole house from his vantage point. It was not big, it was not made of stone but this home was very memorable to Dark. He still remembers the first time he landed in that place. Flashback Dark stands by the window, he will fetch the woman who will die of serious illness. According to the woman's record, she is only 23 years old, she has uterine cancer and it has only been a few weeks since they married her husband who is 25 years old.

Slowly I start to work at one of the windows, but as I pull it open, it starts to make a loud crack. I stand in complete haunting silence as I wait for someone to rush in from outside. Yet. Nothing. I slowly push myself up and slip my legs one by one out the open window. It is completely pitch dark; there is no way of knowing if there is someone out here until I am on top of them. But after a save few steps, I start to feel that I have made it. But then… As I am trying to disappear into the darkness, my foot hooks on something, and I fall flat on my face. I gasp as I swallow my screams and wait for someone to come rip me from the ground. But, still, nothing.

I agreed and fell asleep quickly. It seemed like I wasn’t asleep for more than a few minutes when I was suddenly back in that room with my sister and now, two brothers. They were all shackled to the floor. I did notice that the window was no longer tall, but wide. One of them had turned the window sideways, and I know why. During the era of the Salem Witch Trials, the houses in the affected areas started being built with one window at an odd angle or sideways. It was called a Witch’s Window because a witch wouldn’t be able to fly through it on her broom. It was a human attempt to deter witches from entering their homes.

’’ Lucas was about to ask another question where the lady came in, saying ‘’Sorry to disturb ma'am, there is a man at the counter saying he is your husband, should I send him in? ‘’Umm sure, thank you’’, I replied. Wasn't he supposed to be at his office? ‘’Well I guess someone is not too busy after all and definitely not spending time with his girlfriend’’, Lucas said. The door opened again but this time, Rowan came through the door, wearing his dark suit and sunglasses. He looked hot but I wish he was mine, truly mine but that would stay a dream. ‘’Did you find the perfect cake yet?’’, I think he saw me drooling over him.