This story was written for Prosh week in 2010.
----
A soft light illuminated the room that I lay in. Above me, high above,
was a roof half obscured by cobwebs. I looked to the side, and saw light
streaming in from the windows. That’s odd, I thought, isn’t it nighttime?
I stood up and checked my alarm clock. It read eleven forty-three p.m. so it was definitely night time. Which begged the question, why was sunlight streaming through the windows? I started to make my way towards the window, when a voice came from behind me.
“I wouldn’t do that if I was you.”
I spun around, and saw nothing. But as I stared, I noticed some faint patches of darkness that made up a faint outline of a man. My heart started to race, and I said to the voice, “What’s going on? Why shouldn’t I go take a look?”
“Something terrible. But please, please, stay away from the light. It takes things – whatever it touches – away forever,” the voice said, sadness within it. As I listened, I noticed that similar light was coming from the door behind the faint figure – and even from the old pinholes beside the door.
“What the hell are you talking about?” I replied, with false bravado.
“Everything outside of this room is gone, and if you touch the light, you will be gone to. I don’t want to be all alone,” it said.
I stared at the space the spirit didn’t seem to fully occupy, thinking. What’s going on? I wondered. My mind slowly, slowly crunched through the facts as I tried to figure out what the spirit’s words meant. A ghost, a light, it makes no sense unless-
I stood up and checked my alarm clock. It read eleven forty-three p.m. so it was definitely night time. Which begged the question, why was sunlight streaming through the windows? I started to make my way towards the window, when a voice came from behind me.
“I wouldn’t do that if I was you.”
I spun around, and saw nothing. But as I stared, I noticed some faint patches of darkness that made up a faint outline of a man. My heart started to race, and I said to the voice, “What’s going on? Why shouldn’t I go take a look?”
“Something terrible. But please, please, stay away from the light. It takes things – whatever it touches – away forever,” the voice said, sadness within it. As I listened, I noticed that similar light was coming from the door behind the faint figure – and even from the old pinholes beside the door.
“What the hell are you talking about?” I replied, with false bravado.
“Everything outside of this room is gone, and if you touch the light, you will be gone to. I don’t want to be all alone,” it said.
I stared at the space the spirit didn’t seem to fully occupy, thinking. What’s going on? I wondered. My mind slowly, slowly crunched through the facts as I tried to figure out what the spirit’s words meant. A ghost, a light, it makes no sense unless-
It suddenly hit me. “I- I’m dead, aren’t I?” I said, stuttering fearfully.
There was a long pause, and I got the impression that the spirit was
staring at me, sadly. “No,” it replied, “Everyone else is.”As I looked at him, the blood draining from my face, the light stopped shining from the window. Standing there, I heard a deep, loud hum as the ships of the alien ghost-kings left our world. They had come to kill us all, by dragging away our souls. I still do not know why, or how. But I was the only one that did not die that day; and one of only two who were not taken.
No comments:
Post a Comment