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In The Dark
Fancy and Willow

The Flashlight, Abandoned House, Flower

A prompt made by Allie Mace

By: Willow Tipton

               The air was cold and the night appeared darker than usual. I look up and noticed that there weren't any stars. It seemed a little odd considering I was walking on a deserted dirt road in the middle of nowhere. Why you ask?  I'll tell you why.

               Ever since I was eight, I've been living in the streets and on the road. Surprisingly, my survival did not rely on pity and peoples' charity. I found it more dignifying to work odd jobs so I can actually eat in a restraunt instead of out of a garbage disposal. I enjoyed the rare nights that I was able to afford a run down hotel room for a good night's rest. But mainly, I keep on the move. Let's just say that foster homes were not my forte.

               I pulled the thin jacket tighter to my body, trying to keep myself from shivering but all was in vain for I couldn't even keep my teeth from chattering. My breath was visible, soon disappearing into the fog that surrounded me and seemed to go on for the rest of the path.

               Hearing the distant sound of a wolf howling was what made my decision to find shelter. It was unlikely that I was to find anything that would be of any use but I kept searching. It was like someone was watching over me as I spotted a small and run-down house sitting in the middle of a field.

               Pulling my jacket even tighter and my backpack closer, I made my way through the dark field. The grass was so high that I could feel it on my elbow as it fell behind me. It felt so soft and smooth against my skin, causing me to be confused. Stopping in my tracks, I take a moment to observe the soft petals that seemed to caress my skin. Squinting, I realize that I wasn't walking through a field of tall grass. I was walking through a field filled with over-grown daisies.

               I pick one off, surprised when I thought I heard the sound of a cry. Twirling the daisy in my hand, I observe to see if perhaps I wasn't hallucinating. Though, nothing about the flower seemed different than any other except it's unusually large petals.

               With the flower still in my hand, I continued stepping towards the house. Staring at the exterior of the place, I noticed the roof was partially caved in and the railing on the porch was beginning to fall apart. The first step up on the small set of stairs, I hear a loud creak ring out in the dead of night. Before I took the next step, I heard something shift. Looking around me, I don't see anything or anyone with me. Believing I was just being paranoid, I took the next step up and the same loud creak made its way out. Again, I heard something shift. I take the next step and the next, hearing the unbearable shriek of the wood beneath my feet as I went along. Finally reaching the top of the steps, I release a breath I didn't even realize I had been holding.

               I look around me, observing the broken rocking chair and the condition of the peeling paint of the house. I slowly turn, looking back at the field and see something that was beyond bizarre. The daisies; they were withered and dying, no longer looking up towards the sky like they were a moment ago. It was then that I realized that the flowers were what I was hearing shift as I took each step. It confused me, for how could simple steps devour the life of what was behind me?

               Curiosity getting the better of me, I turn to the door and move to open the door. The knob fell off instantly, leaving it in my hand. The rust and dust fell from it, scraping my hand as I wondered what to do now. I drop the knob and it was odd, for I did not hear the sound of it hit the porch. I look down and saw it there, so I must have just been distracted because surely it would have made a sound.

               Looking up at a sudden sound of rusty hinges, I see the door slowly creep open. It was almost like the house itself was inviting me in. But why? And how? A feeling inside made my skin tingle, it was almost like I was dreaming. Only in this dream, I can't tell if it's real or a nightmare.

               I came this far, though. There's no going back, no walking through the field of dead daisies. I take the first step inside, the fall of my footstep not making a sound. When my whole body was inside, I noticed then that there was not a single sound. I couldn't hear the wind, or the howl of a wolf or the coo of an owl. I couldn't even hear myself breathing, it was dead silent.

               Something caught my eye and I turn my head to see but it disappears behind a corner. Tempted once again by my curiousity, I follow. As I walked through the house, my steps did not make a sound. I couldn't even hear my own heart beating rapidly in my ears. It was like sound was numb, there was no such thing as disturbance here.

               Again, I catch the sight of something and follow it down the dark and creepy hallway. I reach the door at the very end, moving to open it; expecting the knob to fall off like the door prior but it turned in my hand and the door swung open easily. A small bright light blinded me, making it difficult to see anything.            

               The light was deliberately shining in my face, as it moved with me across the other side of the room.

"Who are you?" I cry out, not expecting an answer. The room began to quiver, and then shake violently as it seemed an earthquake would cause. I fell to my knees, trying to catch myself on anything I could get my hands on.

               I look up to the blinding light and it began to spin, as if it was a lighthouse. It fell to the floor slowly, like someone had slowed down time itself. The moment the light touch the floor, the room stopped shaking and I could hear the sound of my breathing slowly fading back into reality.

               Standing on shaky legs, I walk towards the light that shone towards the window. The light seemed to almost make the window seem bright, alive in a way as if I was in a fairy tale. Finally reaching the light, I realize what it was. Bending down, I pick up the small object and observe it. It was not like any other flashlight I had ever seen.

               It had no on and off switch. It vibrated in my hand as if it was actually alive and the light seemed to move as it's eyes. I look up and I almost dropped, the sight shocking me. The light shone through the window and what I saw was amazing. The night sky was now bright and sunny, the once dead daisies were now vibrant with color and the sight was almost as if I was imagining things.

               I shone the light off of the window and it returned to it's previous state. Dark, dead, and depressing. I shone the light back on it and again, it was bright and wonderful. I shone the light around the deserted and run down room and it was as if I wasn't even in the same room as before. The furniture looked new, the floors were upkept, paintings looked as if the paint was still drying.

               I walk out of the room and observe the rest of the house. It seemed that everything I shone the light on came back to life, like someone still lived here and cared. I was astounded to say the least, unsure of what I should do. The light was magnificent and extra-ordinary. What does one do with such a thing?

               A thought occured, and at first it seemed mad but as I have said before, my curiosity got the better of me. Taking a deep breath and closing my eyes, I turned the flashlight around and soon the light was shining on me. The rays were warm and inviting, basking my skin.

               I open my eyes and see the light of the day, the sun shining down and the birds singing. Distracted by the beauty, I forgot about the light and dropped the flashlight. It amazed me for I had felt deaf earlier and so the sound of the flashlight crashing to the ground surprised me in the worst of ways. Suddenly, the sun disappeared the warm rays turns to ice cold fog.

               The air was cold and the night appeared darker than usual. I look up and noticed that there weren't any stars. It seemed a little odd considering I was walking on a deserted dirt road in the middle of nowhere. Why you ask? I'll tell you why.

               Ever since I was eight....




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