Pitch Black Outside Novels & Stories

Suddenly there was the sound of hiking boots on the porch in front of the cabin, but just one pair of hiking boots. “Did one of them come back for something they forgot?” Rachelle, still naked down to her underwear, wondered out loud. There was a metallic shearing sound followed by a heavy thump on the floor of the porch. “Sounds like bolt cutters,” Mont said. The door opened. The Sun hadn’t really set yet, even though it was blocked by the Dirt Storm, so it was about the same level of light as a dark thunderstorm out there. We couldn’t see details of the silhouetted figure very well. Also, in the very next instant, we all received a blast of Dirt in our faces, causing us to close our eyes,

I take a deep breath and try to stop the shaking by holding them together . Nope. It doesn’t work. They are still shaking when I hear the car outside. I get up and look outside my window. There’s what looks like a fancy black SUV in front of my building, three floors below, that sticks out in this neighborhood. No markings. No lights. Just sitting there. The back door opens and a man steps out. He’s quite tall, in a dark suit.

Towering, rusted cranes loomed out of the fog like mechanical monsters. "We're three minutes out," Ross announced, cutting the SUV’s headlights. We rolled forward into the pitch black, guided only by the dim amber glow of distant streetlights. "Dani, remember the timing. The moment the tracker moves, you have exactly ninety seconds before they realize it's a ghost."

Pitch black. My breath hitched as the darkness swallowed everything around me. I stepped back, but I could barely see my own hands. My heart pounded. The wind screamed through the open door and the thunder hit again, shaking the air. Something banged outside. The sound made my skin crawl. I looked for my phone. I searched the bed. The floor. The table. But it was gone. Completely gone. As if the darkness swallowed it too. My breathing grew shallow. I could feel panic climbing up my throat, cold and sharp.

Three Years Later On a pitch-black night, thunder rolled across the New York City skyline, accompanied by streaks of silver lightning tearing through the gloomy clouds. Rain poured heavily, soaking the nearly deserted streets. Annabelle, with one hand gripping her worn umbrella and the other clutching her faded handbag, hurried through the storm. The moon peeked now and then through the dense clouds, providing the dimmest glow to guide her path. Streetlights flickered unreliably, casting eerie shadows that danced on the wet pavement.

Instead, he subtly shook his head, the way you do when you're trying not to set something off. “But you know this place,” his voice was quieter now, “...and I know what you are, Rapha,” his pupils dilated just briefly before he reined it in. “Vantablack is neutral ground. We haven’t had smoke here in years. Not even a goddamn whiff. And now, in just one week… ambushes, threats, panic and…that. You bring heat, Rapha. Even if you don’t mean to, you drag it behind you like a fucking stormcloud.” “You manage a lounge, not a monastery,” Rapha murmured flatly.

~✴~ The DEVIL'S Heart ````````````````````` PERORATION : It's snowing outside with full force. Everything is dark and cold in the midnight. Not even the dogs are awake at this harshness of nature. But one man with black hoodie stands there with his hands in his pocket leaning against the side wall of the little home.Deep in thoughts. Some of the snow falls onto his fluffy curly hair that are peeking through the hood. He calmly stands there. Waiting. Waiting for what?

Gray walks to the closet to change and I did same too. **** Gray halts his car outside an abandoned warehouse. I thought he said it's a club. This place looks quiet except for the luxurious cars that designs the lot. " Where's this place ?" Gray smirks and chuckles and he unfasten his seatbelt. I did same too. I decide to wear a simple orange colored t-shirt and black jeans and sneakers because , Mr grumpy doesn't want me to wear a dress because he thinks i look hot. Gray steps out of his car and open my side door for me. I get out and look around. It's so dark outside and I can't hear a single sound or even music.

Heavy rain hammered the corrugated iron roof of the old warehouse, creating a deafening racket. Tonight’s sky was pitch black, starless, as if the universe were closing its eyes to the atrocities unfolding beneath it. Rakar stood before the rusty steel door marked 'RESTRICTED AREA'.

My skin prickled as my eyes scanned the space, searching for an answer that refused to come. Black and gray. Who paints a room in such dark, brooding shades? The walls loomed around me, their deep tones absorbing the dim glow of the moonlight filtering through the massive windows. It felt cold, almost suffocating, as if the room itself carried a heavy, untold story.