pulse.
The yells continued, the sounds increasing as someone fired a gun in the dark. His terror filled yells made it obvious that he was hitting monster and human alike. He screamed as he shot, the screech of the monster sounding loudly before a child’s scream interrupted it. The gun only going quiet as the owner’s life ended with his own stifled cry.
I listened to it all, my eyes shifting wildly through the darkness of my room as I searched for a way to fight back, a way to save them all. I couldn’t see anything, though. Slowly I slid off my desk, my fingers trailing over the smooth surface as I searched for the edge, something that had been so familiar before now felt foreign and scary in the dark.
I found the edge and dropped my feet to the carpet, the sound of my landing muffled by the cry of a woman that pierced the darkness like a knife. I stiffened at her voice, my head whipping toward the noise. My heart pulsed at the sound, the recognition that I fought against strangling my breathing like a vice. It couldn’t be my mother. It couldn’t be.
My hands flew out in front of me. My fingers stretching as I searched through the dark for a light. I grasped at the air until I found my lamp, the switch clicking in the darkness. I gasped as I looked through the darkness, the light from my alarm clock nowhere to be seen. The power to my house had been cut. My fingers continued their frantic search through the dark, running over blankets and walls as I began to get lost in my own room. I couldn’t focus. My breathing picked up as the memory of that scream continued to terrify me. Pricks of terror rippled over my skin as my uncertainty of the situation took over. It was a heavy weight inside of me as well as without. It seeped into me as everything good leaked out of the world.
I pushed the oppressive darkness out of me, trying to block out the sound from outside while I listened to the echo of my heartbeat in my ears. I tried to ignore the familiarity that the scream had brought me while pushing away the pain and terror hearing it had created.
Night had come and eaten everything.
I pushed the memory away just as a final shot echoed, the sound triggering a scream. The crescendo of a human’s death rang through the darkness as the last bit of life in the boundless shadows ended. The high pitched screech of death rang high and clear before it, too, faded into nothing. The monster’s call wailed as the scream faded. The thing called out through the blackness that pressed against the world until it was also gone and the silence took over. The hush came and left me alone, bringing the fear right back to the forefront of my mind.
I stood in the dark. My body still while my hand remained extended out through the chilled air. I looked into the ebony air that surrounded me, wishing my eyes would see, that I could make out anything before me, yet nothing came into focus.
I should leave; run and go. Whatever was happening was not over yet and the quicker I could get away, the better. It couldn’t be that easy, it couldn’t be over. If it was, there would be cheering, but there was only darkness and silence. Something in me begged me to leave right then, but I couldn’t see enough to make that happen. I needed a light.
My hands continued to fumble through the air, my mind relying on them as I ran my fingers over my bed frame. My fingers fumbled along my desk as I searched for my drawers and the flashlight I knew my mother had placed their years ago.
My hands wouldn’t stop shaking as the fear encompassed me. I tried to get the shaking to stop, my nerves to calm down, but it wasn’t working. My breathing was just as erratic and my muscles were horribly tense.
My fingers found the ridge of the desk drawer, the worn metal pull cold in my fingers. I grabbed it and yanked, the screech of the runner loud in the darkness. It ricocheted through my ears, only to be met by another sound.
A bang as loud as cannon fire
The yells continued, the sounds increasing as someone fired a gun in the dark. His terror filled yells made it obvious that he was hitting monster and human alike. He screamed as he shot, the screech of the monster sounding loudly before a child’s scream interrupted it. The gun only going quiet as the owner’s life ended with his own stifled cry.
I listened to it all, my eyes shifting wildly through the darkness of my room as I searched for a way to fight back, a way to save them all. I couldn’t see anything, though. Slowly I slid off my desk, my fingers trailing over the smooth surface as I searched for the edge, something that had been so familiar before now felt foreign and scary in the dark.
I found the edge and dropped my feet to the carpet, the sound of my landing muffled by the cry of a woman that pierced the darkness like a knife. I stiffened at her voice, my head whipping toward the noise. My heart pulsed at the sound, the recognition that I fought against strangling my breathing like a vice. It couldn’t be my mother. It couldn’t be.
My hands flew out in front of me. My fingers stretching as I searched through the dark for a light. I grasped at the air until I found my lamp, the switch clicking in the darkness. I gasped as I looked through the darkness, the light from my alarm clock nowhere to be seen. The power to my house had been cut. My fingers continued their frantic search through the dark, running over blankets and walls as I began to get lost in my own room. I couldn’t focus. My breathing picked up as the memory of that scream continued to terrify me. Pricks of terror rippled over my skin as my uncertainty of the situation took over. It was a heavy weight inside of me as well as without. It seeped into me as everything good leaked out of the world.
I pushed the oppressive darkness out of me, trying to block out the sound from outside while I listened to the echo of my heartbeat in my ears. I tried to ignore the familiarity that the scream had brought me while pushing away the pain and terror hearing it had created.
Night had come and eaten everything.
I pushed the memory away just as a final shot echoed, the sound triggering a scream. The crescendo of a human’s death rang through the darkness as the last bit of life in the boundless shadows ended. The high pitched screech of death rang high and clear before it, too, faded into nothing. The monster’s call wailed as the scream faded. The thing called out through the blackness that pressed against the world until it was also gone and the silence took over. The hush came and left me alone, bringing the fear right back to the forefront of my mind.
I stood in the dark. My body still while my hand remained extended out through the chilled air. I looked into the ebony air that surrounded me, wishing my eyes would see, that I could make out anything before me, yet nothing came into focus.
I should leave; run and go. Whatever was happening was not over yet and the quicker I could get away, the better. It couldn’t be that easy, it couldn’t be over. If it was, there would be cheering, but there was only darkness and silence. Something in me begged me to leave right then, but I couldn’t see enough to make that happen. I needed a light.
My hands continued to fumble through the air, my mind relying on them as I ran my fingers over my bed frame. My fingers fumbled along my desk as I searched for my drawers and the flashlight I knew my mother had placed their years ago.
My hands wouldn’t stop shaking as the fear encompassed me. I tried to get the shaking to stop, my nerves to calm down, but it wasn’t working. My breathing was just as erratic and my muscles were horribly tense.
My fingers found the ridge of the desk drawer, the worn metal pull cold in my fingers. I grabbed it and yanked, the screech of the runner loud in the darkness. It ricocheted through my ears, only to be met by another sound.
A bang as loud as cannon fire
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