When It Gets Dark Novels & Stories

'Woof? ',yes, we have to jump'. 'Ready?'. 'Woof!'. 'Jump!. And off we went. Through the dark, empty, tube or is it barrel? With Roddy's occasional woofs being the only thing keeping me sane. I was starting to think that this was the way to hell and Julia was the devil herself when I saw a tiny light enter into the tube from the bottom. 'Arrrrggghhh'. 'Woof woof'. We both screamed as we landed on the solid ground on our buttocks.

then everything went dark. Ladies and Gentlemen, the award of the most worst night ever goes to tonight, August 20th, 2020. I stare at the dark ceiling, I've actually given up on Life, these flashbacks are prove that there's no hope for me, and definitely no help coming, not that I need it though. ~.~

"Many people wondered why scary things happen when it's dark, especially when there is an unexplainable blackout. Why do thieves' devices plan and think that it's best carried out at night? Why do most people die at night? I have spent the night in a hospital when most of the patients died before daybreak. I have also gone to numerous fetish festivals that perform sacrifices. Why perform this sacrifice at night? One thing is for certain. The dark is one symbolic entity where bad, strange, and dangerous things happen. Though some love the night because they could see the moon in its full glory-"

Drake thought, hissing as he kicked Larry's leg. Meanwhile, Anne made her way down to the sea. The path was shrouded in darkness, the only light coming from the occasional flicker of a distant star. The moon was hidden behind thick clouds, casting an eerie, almost otherworldly pall over the landscape. The waves lapped gently at the shore, their rhythm the only sound breaking the heavy silence of the midnight hour.

Her hand is small and soft in mine and it feels so good to touch her again. “Does the dark affect you?” I ask. Living in Alaska means long dark winters. It usually gets dark about four o'clock in the afternoon with the sun setting at three-forty-five on the shortest day. It wont start to get light again until the following day at about ten o'clock am with the sun rising at ten-fifteen am on the shortest day. The further north, the less daylight and I suspect we will get about four hours of daylight in North Pole this time of year. At least we get lucky in the summers though and we won't get complete darkness for about six weeks. A lot of people hate the summers, but I love the daylight be

I had one hour to bring this to her or it would ne useless. And I would be damned if I let this process get ruined because of a singular, little but most important bit. I stalked forward, hurrying in my steps. The night was getting darker, proof that the morning was coming. It was still pretty interesting to me that the night was the darkest just before the light came. It was at this point of the night that the hunters gave up, this was the point where everyone was at their weakest and in their deepest sleep but this was also the shortest part of the night.

The transition from day to night has become my favorite time of day. When the sky turns a deep, bruised violet and the ocean begins to whisper against the shore, the house feels like it is breathing with us. We have learned to love the darkness, not because it hides us, but because it feels like a heavy, comforting blanket that lets the world outside fade away.

No way was she going to him! After driving for hours, Lara stopped the car and got out. It was dark and cold and wet, just like that other day long ago, that day she couldn’t bear to remember. She straightened slight shoulders, tightened the sash on her raincoat, and lifted her head high as she crossed the parking lot.

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.

The cold floor sent chills through the soles of my feet as I walked quietly, doing my best not to make a sound. As I reached the bottom of the stairs, I noticed a soft light glowing from the kitchen. Low voices echoed through the hallway, but I couldn't quite make out what they were saying from where I stood. I crept closer, careful with each step, until I was just outside the kitchen door.