A Flash in the Dark  

Kaliedascope61 43M
3157 posts
4/26/2006 6:24 pm

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4/30/2006 5:40 am

A Flash in the Dark

A flash in the dark

There is a reason why it's called the witching hour. There is a reason why your hair will stand on the back of you neck.

Close your eyes baby, and hold my hand, because I'm about to scare you.

I was young and wild, the world had opened up for me and I was not afraid of anything. There wasn't a darkness that I could not light up. Every friend I held dear was just like a brother, some could have been my twin.

Great ideas always seem to happen under the influence. The beer bottles melted by a raging fire, and the best of friends forged a circle of trust.

"There is a house; an old house in the town I grew up in, it's falling apart. There are things in there that you cannot see, that you cannot fight."

"Shut the fuck up with that shit"

"I think we should check it out, bring a camera and take a picture of all us in a haunted house"

"Sounds like fun to me"

"Let's go right now, what are we waiting for?"

The dare was laid down; a decision had to be made. Man hood had to be proven at every opportunity.

Two hours of driving down a long lonely road, that was winding like a snake that bit us every chance it got.

Thirty minutes down a dirt road that had not been used in years, and the old truck bounced over the ruts and bumps. My blood was flowing, the beer was spilled. Chills were coursing through my body and I was on the edge of my seat looking toward the night horizon searching for this house.

I don't know who saw it first, but in the distance on top of a small hill, there it stood, crumbling and crooked, as if the moonlight was the only thing that held it up. A light tingle of fear entered my fingers knifing its way up my arm, making the hair stand on end.

Rowdy and drunk on adrenaline and a bottle of whisky we jumped out of the old truck and banded together like warriors ready to take siege to a castle.

The ground was wet and soggy as we approached the house. The steps creaked like the knees of an old man. The rotted wood of the front porch buckled under my weight. The door had rusted off its hinges, and had fallen sideways to block our entrance. I could feel the boards bending beneath my steps, and I began to worry for the first time that someone might get hurt. Taking a deep breath, I walked beside my friends to the front door. Someone kicked the center of the door and it fell inwards with a crash, and the years of dust flew into the air.

What happened inside the house is a fuzzy memory. Every step was light, and I could feel someone or something else was there with us, following our every feathered step. The air felt colder then it was outside, some spots colder then others. My breathing was short and crisp, my heart beating like thunder in my chest. Eyes wide opened I adjusted to the blackness inside quickly.

I could hear my friends whisper to each other quickly, sounded more like mice squeaking, which forced me to take a deep breath. My legs began to feel heavy, each step like a lead weight forcing down on the rotten wood buckling beneath me.

"Let's just take the picture and get out of here"

The best idea we had yet. The group walked toward what looked like through the dim flash light to be the kitchen. The sink had fallen through the counter which had no strength left. The icy night air blew threw the broken windows, filling my lungs with deeper breaths. We placed the camera on the counter and gathered together awaiting the flash. And I tried to smile, but my mouth would not form, my lips were frozen in place. I could not shake the feeling there was something watching us. The cold air was bitter and angry it did not welcome us here.

The cold stale air made me shiver. Something was there with us. I wanted to run from this horrible place as fast as I could.

The bright flash of the camera made me cringe, blinding me for just a second. My sight returned quickly, quicker then that of my friends. Being colorblind does have its advantages. At the moment, I heard my friend scream. His leg fell through the withered wooden floor. I reached for him, but it was too late, his leg was bleeding, and the blood was all over my hands.

We picked him up and carried him out of the house.. I realized that the camera was still in the house. I took a deep breath, filling my lungs with the cool breeze, I was going back in, I had to know, I had to get the camera. I ran toward the broken front door and quickly made my way back to the kitchen before the fear could grab me once more. As I grabbed the camera, it flashed and blinded me I heard a crash and felt the wood begin to shudder beneath me. I had lost all sense of direction. I blinked hard trying to get my vision back. The thick stale air tasted like dirt in my mouth and I began to choke on it..

I could see in a blur through the darkness, the light from my dull flashlight was dancing off objects. I was getting dizzy, and felt like puking. With a deep breath, I regained my bearings and grabbed the camera, It flashed again.. At that moment I felt something pull on my jacket hard and I resisted as fear took me.

"Come on man, we're leaving"

The voice was soothing, but it wasn't one I recognized. I felt a large hand take a hold of mine. It led me slowly to the front door and as the moonlight hit my face I was able to see again. I searched for my friends, and focused on them.

I could see my friends over by the truck ripping up a shirt to wrap up a bloody leg.

I looked back and saw no one inside the house. I do not know who guided me out; I don't think I will ever know.

I do have a picture

blackleather2006 52M/50F

4/26/2006 6:40 pm

Awesome writer! I've been reading these blogs for a while and just waiting until the mood strikes to post a comment... it finally came... you are my first (giggle)

You are one helluva writer Kal - keep it up - looking forward to more!

Kaliedascope61 replies on 4/26/2006 6:57 pm:
thank you very much, I'm glad that I was able to earn your first comment. Always makes me feel good when someone really enjoys what I write.

champagnechaser 42F
1639 posts
4/26/2006 7:05 pm

My eyes are closed, you're holding my hand, and i am scared.

Excellent story, I'm impressed with your talent.

Kaliedascope61 replies on 4/26/2006 7:19 pm:
Hold on tight, your safe with me.

caressmewell 55F

4/26/2006 7:57 pm

Great story Kalie.

LustGoddess2469 51F  
2453 posts
4/26/2006 8:09 pm

WOW...that was awesome!


rm_gerson42 53M
2419 posts
4/26/2006 8:12 pm

I felt like I was there.
Thanks for sharing.

docdirk 49M

4/26/2006 8:19 pm

Damn kids... you woke my ass out of a sound sleep! Friggin knock the next time!!!

Ah, Its you again, Your Angel Feathers and your Blood Stains...

NSAAddict 43F

4/26/2006 8:32 pm

Great spooky story, Kal, thanks now I have to go to sleep all creeped out!

RoyalPurpleRose 53F

4/26/2006 8:52 pm

Awesome story. But ... ummmmm ... that wasn't scary.

~Kisses, Royal Purple Rose

mangomamiCT 43F

4/26/2006 10:24 pm

there you go tryin to scare the ladies into jumping into your arms , naughty boy!!!!!!!!!!!!

alphuctup 41M

4/27/2006 1:14 am



4/27/2006 9:30 am


just a squirrel trying to get a nut

mmmslick 106F

4/27/2006 9:59 am

[Speaks in deepest macho male voice]

Hey Girlie......Great story babe !!!!

Beautifully written Kalie.... [stop it, you have reverted back to your original sex, remember you purpose]

Oh yeah.....so girlie, ive shown you my tightie whities, get your boobs out .....

mmmslick 106F

4/27/2006 10:09 am

Please hurry up and read this......

Even in an imaginary sense......that picture, next to my persona is freaking me out massively......

[My compliments to you , you are beautifully written]

Kaliedascope61 replies on 4/27/2006 1:06 pm:
I see know pic. what ever are you talking about?

ArtisticTwist75 42F
2505 posts
4/27/2006 10:48 am

Great writing Kalie. Any truth to it?



4/27/2006 10:58 am

Dayum... will not sleep tonight... excellent writing

under the stars
We choose to write
you choose what you comprehend.
read twice and be nice
every key stroke... has a heart beat

EroticaXTC 51F

4/27/2006 11:22 am

I love the spooky stuff...Like the time when I was 3 or 4 years old and walked into my grandfather's old homeplace (it burnt down in '75)...and I saw 2 very old people sitting in rocking chairs in the back room. The sight of them scared me so much I ran back outside...except there were no very old people there that day.

wickedeasy 68F  
31321 posts
4/27/2006 2:41 pm

needed to be longer - sorry but the editor in me wanted more detail

great tone

You cannot conceive the many without the one.

HBowt2 60F

4/27/2006 3:21 pm

I don't like being scared......

rm_papy_ 52F
169 posts
4/28/2006 1:08 am

good morning papyrina

mmmslick 106F

4/28/2006 8:29 am

    Quoting mmmslick:
    Please hurry up and read this......

    Even in an imaginary sense......that picture, next to my persona is freaking me out massively......

    [My compliments to you , you are beautifully written]

Quote ...."What an earth are you talking about" ?

Sorry for the misunderstanding.....

The above comments were merely a continuation of recent joke's made, with regards to fake profiles....

My apologies...

aascrompn 43M
6444 posts
4/28/2006 10:33 am

Where is the pic??

Kaliedascope61 43M
4084 posts
4/28/2006 10:57 am

well the one that is posted, is an enhanced version. I would email the orignal pic to ya if I could...but for some reason I'm letting my membership slide to standard.

Kaliedascope61 43M
4084 posts
4/28/2006 10:58 am

If anyone wants to see the auctal picture just send me an email and I reply with it attached.

rm_sj365 57F
2414 posts
4/28/2006 12:39 pm

nods ..yup..yer catching on
go you

waerlookin4fun 51M/47F

4/28/2006 4:33 pm

I always love a good spooky story, thanks

countrygirl0173 45F

4/29/2006 10:22 pm

Great story...thanks for posting it.


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