She Saw the Light

Every muscle in her body was tensed and locked tight, her slim form straight and still under her bedsheet, which she had clutched in white knuckled fists under her nose. You couldn't tell if you looked at her, but she had part of that sheet balled up and crammed into her mouth to keep her from screaming.

It occurred to her though, perhaps screaming would have been the smart thing to do. Of course there was no one around to hear her, not unless there was someone out in the woods or walking past on the road, but since it was the middle of the night, that wouldn't be likely. If she screamed, though, it would at least mean that she was still alive. It would mean that she was actually there, at home in her bed, and this wasn't a nightmare she couldn't wake up from. 

Outside her window she saw the light again. It was pulsing, at first dim and then it grew with brilliance until it was almost as bright as the sunlight, but it came from the opposite direction, from below, not from above. Not to mention, the light changed color, alternating its pulses between a harsh white light, a cool calm blue, and an eerie green. 

What does this mean? She wondered. Are they only watching her, lurking out there in the woods? 

She could picture them among the trees, slim gray figures that shimmered and then blended in with their surroundings, becoming invisible before her eyes. 

That's why she cowered under her sheets, not bothering to look out her window. Even if they were there again, she might not be able to see them.

If they kept taking her away, she knew the day would come when eventually she would disappear, too. 

Once a girl who no one believed when she told them why she was scared of the dark. Then the girl who turned into a shadow. Then the girl who was gone. 

This was written for the Trifecta Writing Challenge - to write a 33-333 word piece of fiction using the third definition of the word 'light.'

24 comments:

  1. Such a vivid picture you paint. I'll be leaving my lights on tonight and double checking door locks. Not that it would help if "They" wanted to take me away.

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    1. I suppose if you left your lights on, you would at least feel safer... right?

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    1. Haha, thanks! I leave practically that same comment on all the fav. prompts I read!

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  3. Very creepy...Something about undefined "things" that go bump in the night makes my eyes widen with excitement. Thanks for sharing this story, I loved it!

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    1. Thank you, Cindy! I sort of scared myself writing it, and now I just want to write MORE of it!

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  4. Filled to the brim with terror!

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  5. Ooh creepy. I am glad it is daylight outside and I can do something to get my mind off this before bed time.

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  6. Disturbing! Wonderfully written – love how you keep the tension dialled-up all the way through. I was a little white-knuckled reading it! :)

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    1. Thank you Suzanne! If I don't creep people out, I haven't done it right!

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  7. I suppose you don't want us to sleep tonight, huh? I think I might be white-knuckled under the blankets tonight...

    Thank you for linking up. Please remember to return for the voting!

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    1. Nope, if I can't sleep, no one will sleep. It's my pleasure to link up, of course I'll return!

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  8. Very scary.. and quite realistic if it's only in her imagination... that's for sure how it must feel...

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    1. Hmm.. but I don't think it is in her imagination.

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  9. You do scared of the dark very well!

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