Light Switch
A Stort Story about the horrors in the dark.
I make my way back to the house after a long day’s work in the office. It was a cold and chilly night, unusual for the time of year. But it was okay because for some reason I had decided to take my coat with me that day. That was lucky, I thought.
Still, I can’t shake this unnerving chill. The type of chill that’s making the hairs on the back of my neck prick up in petrified angst. Then, all of a sudden, like a wave of energy, this bizzare feeling rushes all throughout my body. It’s as if I was walking inside a freezer, the ice hitting my face like soft kisses from a corpses mouth.
I hurry my pace; almost home I keep telling myself. Then suddenly, bang! I turn in an exasperated shock, only to see that a local street cat has knocked over some trash. Even seeing that it is just a false alarm and that there is no need to be paranoid, I still feel on edge. My blood rushes fast, swirling around my veins.
After a few moments I calm my pulsating heart and reasure myself that all is well. I speed walk the rest of the way, thoughroughly observing my surroundings at every turn. It isn’t long until I finally reach the house. My insides fill up with joy as I touch my front door handle. What a relief, I tell myself as I turn the key in the lock and walk inside. I made it home.
I shrug off the night and sit silently in the dark on the living room couch. I relax, secure in knowing that I am safe and sound and at last away from the strange and somewhat teasing night. I enjoy the peace for a while as I ponder my day and laugh at my irrational fears on my journey home.
Feeling blissful and happy to be in the comfort of my own space, I sit in the dark awhile longer. My tired and weary body almost falls into a sleepy slumber there and then. Eventually, I get up and decide to start sorting my self out for my night time routine. I search for the light switch but struggle to find it.
Exhausted and mentally fatigued by this point, I pause for a moment and consider just sleeping where I am. Unfortunately, this organised mind of mine won’t let me fully rest until I’ve completed my routine and properly prepared for bed. And so, I search for the light switch once again.
I let out a small sigh and chuckle to myself at how we as humans are so reliant on the light to see clearly. We’ve lived for so many years, yet our eyes still cannot adapt to our dark surroundings. We aren’t as superior as we think we are, my mind mutters. I chuckle again and then I get back to the task at hand.
Always searching for the light, I think to myself. The gleam of yellow glow that will help me to see. But when I finally find the switch I feel an icy-cold palm touch my wrist. The unnerving chill is back, the bizzare feeling surrounds me, those soft kisses once more caressing my face. I pause in a paralysing state of fear.
A gentle whisper runs along the back hairs of my neck and creeps slowly towards my ear. “You are not alone,” the voice echoes. “And I can see you clearly,” the voice echoes again. Now, completely frozen to the spot, I cannot move a muscle. I am trapped. I don’t want to stay in the dark anymore…
☆
Thanks for reading!
If you enjoyed the story, you might like this one too:
