A Broken Light

Mark was a writer, and an odd one at that. Although his writings included eccentric things, he himself was a corrupted member of the dysfunctional society. 3:47 AM. On a day of no importance to him he arranged for his start to the day. Almost near the end of his cycle he sat down and noticed something peculiar and out of his customary routine. As he sat down to eat his morning meal he saw the light above the table was completely shattered. Mark inspected the area entirely and saw no broken glass or residue of any sort. This made the dining room incredibly dark because of the time of day and he thought back to old familiar memories of the basement and how he used to be mortified of its darkness that seemed to envelope him when he stared into it. After eliciting his old self he pushed it out of his head ashamed of his own cowardice and stupidity, and decided to skip breakfast. Mark had always done an early walk but never this early. As he started he noticed the neighborhood he had lived in for the past three years was blazing a new feeling in his direction, a feeling of insanity and loss. Every color he saw was a hint off of the normal and it was almost as if the life had been sucked out of the world. He walked for thirty minutes not going anywhere in particular but just thinking. Mark looked up for a second to check his surroundings and saw he had no idea where he was out of the corner of his eye he saw someone standing there under the dim street light he had passed only moments ago. He turned to fully behold the humanoid figure he saw and was threatened by the look of its hideous figure. The creature was covered in rotted black skin and had claws for fingers that looked to be at least half a foot long. Its face had a gnarled and broken smile as half of it was torn off completely exposing the skull underneath. Just as Mark was beginning to understand what was happening the street lights began to flicker and then exploded into a shower of sparks. Then he was in darkness, being consumed by the fear in his mind. A dim light in the distance sputtered on and Mark almost unwilling continued towards it. Before the light was a door and inside a normal house with the light hanging loosely overhead. The outside world had come back and he could peer through the fogged windows. At first his nightmare had appeared to be over and then it came back with an ominous force of overwhelming power. The creature from before was back and first it was outside the window. Mark startled and confused fell backwards and scrambled up to his feet. As he began to recover himself the lights flickered. The creature was now in every window. The lights nearly gave out again. All of the creatures were now inside surrounding him and staring into him, not moving. The lights flickered a last time and then burst. In his final moments Mark finally found where he was. It was his kitchen, with his now broken light.

Credit To: Chillcattime