There’s Something in the Dark. Flash Fiction.

Sally walked through the brightly lit tunnel, the staccato clacking of her high heels echoing against the tiled walls. She held her purse a little tighter as she walked, the station itself was clean, it always was, and there was no overt danger, but she felt nervous when the station was this empty, anything could happen. She could hear someone bounding down the stairs ahead of her, no doubt rushing to catch a train, she turned the corner then stumbled as someone slammed into her, Sally fell against the wall, using it to keep herself up, she looked around to see another woman, frantically grabbing at the stuff she had dropped, the woman threw one terrified look up the stairs, then having gotten all her things she stood, “Don’t go out there, there’s something in the dark.” With those words she took off again, running as fast as she could. Sally stayed where she was for a moment, waiting to get her breath back and for her heart to slow down. She shook her head, obviously the woman had taken something that hadn’t agreed with her. After her heart stopped hammering in her chest she started walking up the stairs. As she went she could feel a thin thread of unease winding its way through her. What if the woman was being chased by someone? Up ahead she could see the exit, a yawning dark hole. Why were the streetlights out? Had there been a power cut? She dismissed the idea, the lights down here were working, surely if the power went out they’d be gone too. A cool breeze blew down the tunnel, the fresh air calmed her nerves a little, the woman had probably freaked herself out, that was all. She stood at the exit for a moment looking out, the lights were all out. She sighed, there went her plans for dinner anyway. Her stomach grumbled sullenly, well, maybe she still had power, she was a good fifteen minute walk from the station, perhaps it was only this area that was affected.

Sally walked quickly, it was strange how much different the area seemed in the complete dark, the moonlight was providing a bit of brightness, enough for her to see, but not enough to see everything clearly. Sally whirled around, then let out a little giggle, she had thought she had seen a man standing and staring at her from the corner of her eye, it had just been an oddly shaped bush. That woman really had freaked her out, more than she had realised, she started walking again. After a few minutes she frowned, it sounded like there was a strange echo, like footsteps following her, just slightly off her own. She would have thought someone was following her if not for the fact that the sound was that of a woman walking in high heels. It had to just be a trick of the area, some weird acoustics she didn’t notice normally.

Sally’s heart was beating quickly, her breathing coming in ragged gasps, she was walking as fast as she could without breaking into a run, and still that sound followed her, far too long to just be a weird trick of sound, someone was following her, but whenever she turned or tried to look she couldn’t see anyone. Any time she stopped the sound stopped too making it hard to pinpoint. The sound of blood rushing in her ears was making everything else harder to hear, but she could have sworn the footsteps were getting louder, closer. She turned again, “All right, this isn’t funny anymore, stop screwing around.”
Silence.
She turned and started walking, she wouldn’t be intimidated by whoever it was, she reached into her bag for her phone, she’d ring someone, her mum perhaps, hadn’t talked to her in a while. If she pretended she was going home to someone whoever it was might just leave her alone. She pulled out her phone, already feeling better. The screen lit up, the brightness of it was almost blinding, Sally squinted at it as she lowered the brightness of the screen. As she did so she kept walking, but she had slowed. Behind her she could hear the footsteps moving faster. Sally picked up the pace, the phone started to ring, already she could feel herself calming a little. Something struck her from behind, Sally cried out, her phone flying from her hand. She fell to the ground hard, knocking the air out of her lungs. She tried to quickly scrabble to her feet but something hit her hard in the back, sending her to the ground again. Above her something chuckled, she rolled over and saw what it was, it wasn’t human, it was too tall, with weird, sharp angles. It’s eyes were endless black, it hurt Sally to look at them, but she couldn’t look away. The creature reached out, Sally didn’t have time to scream.

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About Alan James Keogh

I am a 24 year old writer who somehow tricked U.C.D. into giving me not only a degree in English and Classical studies, but an Hons Masters in Creative Writing too. Visit my blog where I post short stories twice a week (Monday and Wednesday) and an installment of a serialised novel on Fridays. I did consider writing this in the third person, as though it was written by someone else, but Alan is not comfortable writing in the third person as it seems kinda creepy and unbalanced so Alan decided it was probably best to write in the first person. He hopes it went well for him.
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3 Responses to There’s Something in the Dark. Flash Fiction.

  1. I loved this. It was just the right amount of creepy. It’s human nature to be afraid of the dark, and this story plays on that I think. I really enjoyed it. 😀

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