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Here is a short story.
Light and Monsters
He lay there in darkness. The pain in his head was throbbing. His eyelids were glued together with the eye gunk that forms after a night out. He peeled his eyes open to complete darkness. He slapped his hand around on the bed feeling for his phone. He grabbed it and thumbed the button, craving that incandescent light that fights back the darkness where it lay waiting for him. Nothing happened. It was Dead. His head was swimming with the events of last night. Filled with drink, drugs...Drugs. Why did he do drugs? Tim. Last night he was out with Tim. “Take this. Drink that.” It was coming back to him. Drip, drip, drip
He could feel the cold sweat running down his back. The fear was setting in. Click, Click, Click. He tried to put together everything that happened with Tim the Intoxicator. They were at the club and there was a girl. Drip, Drip, Drip. There was a fight. Click, Click, Click. He needed to find the light. He could hear the tell tell signs, it was coming. It was always coming. Drip, Click, Drip. He knew that he would only have seconds to find his way to the light switch or it would consume him. There was a flash of lighting that illuminated his room for a second. Blood everywhere. Entrails covered the floor and a bloodied white dress lay on his floor. Click, Drip, Click. He slapped his hand to the wall. Wet. Blood? His head pounded. He knew that last bump would have set it off. Click, Drip, Click. He could feel each bead of sweat as it slid into its eye.
The Girl, what was her name, He scrolled through his phone for any evidence that she existed. A photo. Pretty blond girl stared back at him with the dead eyes of a photo. Click, Drip, Click. The phone dimmed for a second showing the same girl but with too many teeth. The phone brightened and she was back to normal. he continued patting the wall. He imagined the light switch moving every time his hand touched the wall. Click, Drip, Click. It was closer now he could feel its breath. Click, Drip, Click. The phone died. Why didnt he put it on charge? Click, Drip. Tim could feel the heat of It. He could feel its breath on his neck. IT WAS COMING FOR HIM AND THIS TIME HE KNEW HE WOULDN'T MAKE IT.
CRACK, CLICK, THE LIGHT SWITCH CAME ON.
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