littlefeltfangs

Hehehe. Two posts ina day. Weird.
Also, thanks to

monkeywithakfor providing me with the basis for this story. :)

The blue glow of the screen mixes with the neon reds and greens from the streets below.

I look at the screen expectantly, no-one’s online. How long since the last message?

I spin around on the chair, legs crossed and head back until I become dizzy. The lights twirl and mix, becoming strange, amorphous, almost alive.

A scream. Mine?

Heart racing, I go to the fridge. Here too, the green from the street seems to creep over the edge of the window. Undulating at the edge of vision. Trying to get in.

Frozen, I stand. Clutching the counter top. My weight, shifting forward and back. My throat tight and my cheeks wet.

I break, feet pat against the carpet as half-run to my sisters room. I crack open the door gently, moving as quietly as I can. Light shines through the crack in the curtains, white tendrils reaching towards me. I shut my eyes as tight as I can, trying not to whimper as I reach out to my sister. My eyes snap open as I touch the cold, empty bed. Tendrils of light lazily wrapping themselves about my wrist. I can’t stifle the shriek as I dash from the room. Across the hall, slamming the door open, I can barely see through the tears as I look at the empty bunks of my little sisters, their night-light casting an eerie grey glow across the room which clutches my chest. I run to my parents room, nearly slipping on the now wet tiled floor. The light from the hall casts my shadow across their empty bed while the darker shadow below their bed creeps towards me. Hands and knees on the damp floor, my stomach heaves again and again, seemingly trying to abandon me to my fate.

Between every convulsion I scream in terror.

Of the dark, and the light.

I don’t want to be alone.