The Dark Light
A Devouring Brightness
We always describe bad and fearful things as dark, but that is not always the situation.
We found something that shocked us.
I know this is a cliche, but we were lost, it was a dark and stormy night and we came across a group of seemingly derelict buildings, we thought we might at least get some shelter from the rain.
All the windows were smashed and the doors were hanging off the hinges but we thought we saw a light about three buildings down.
Was there someone here in this god forsaken place?
We took care, slowly approached and then saw it.
A light so bright that it was almost blinding, and we couldn't look away.
The room it was in was totally dark.
The light was so bright but it did not light anything in its vicinity.
It was mesmerising and was drawing us towards it.
We started feeling tired.
I looked at my friends and they were turning grey, I looked at my hands and I was too.
We realised the light, whatever it was was draining us, like a blood sucking vampire, taking our energy, life force and light to feed itself.
We couldn't do anything.
The light was getting brighter, but all around it was getting darker and soon we would become one with that darkness as we fed it.
🏴☠️⚫⚡💡⚡⚫☠️🏴
There is an area on the North Yorkshire Moors called the Ilkley Triangle. It's locating is unspecific but any who wander in there are never heard of again.
About the Creator
Keep reading
More stories from Mike Singleton 💜 Mikeydred and writers in Fiction and other communities.
The Lesions of Devotion
Every day I set myself down on the freshly cut lawn and strip myself bare. I take my guitar and finger the frets and pick at the strings, listening for dissonance. My life is dissonance. I twist the tuning pegs until each string sounds bright. Then I kneel, calves pointing behind me, kneecaps facing forward. All exposed to the breeze. I close my eyes and play the melody.
By Paul Stewart5 days ago in Fiction
Where the Water Moves One Way and the Truth Moves Another
The river had always flowed uphill, though no one in Bellmere ever said it that way. They said instead that the town was “cleverly engineered,” or that the water simply “knew where it needed to go.” Children were taught in school that Bellmere sat on a rare but perfectly respectable incline that confused outsiders more than locals. On field trip days, Mrs. Carrow would line the class up along the iron railing and point toward the water climbing, slow and patient, toward the distant hills.
By Lawrence Lease7 days ago in Fiction
The Saddest Thing - The Billionaires Who Rule America Aren't Even Enjoying Themselves
This single post says more about our ruling class than a thousand policy papers. The saddest thing about today's system is that the men robbing the rest of us - sabotaging our economic prospects, our pensions, our access to affordable healthcare - are not even happy.
By Scott Christenson🌴5 days ago in The Swamp
Comments (6)
How do you choose songs for all your articles?
Oooo, this was such a fascinating and creepy concept. I loved it!
Wow, they way you told the story it felt so real . Eerie scary
Good work. This would make a good Halloween story.
Wow! Amazing story, I can't believe there's a place like this...
When I toured Scotland the guide never mentioned that area. I wish he had. It would have made the tour more interesting.