Andrew Jacob

The Figure

The Figure The figure stepped backwards into the dark recesses of the room. The sound of the number, “nineteen,” fading along with it. Andrés blinked over and over, trying to make out what he had just seen. His eyelids began to twitch as he transitioned back and forth from a series of blinks to squinting, to see if anyone was there. He reached out to his girlfriend, but she was not there. It had been a while since she was there next to him and at times he wondered if she was ever there at all. He reached over and turned on the lamp that was sitting on top of his nightstand, next to his bed. The darkness scattered from the room and revealed that, indeed, neither Vero nor anyone else was in the room with him. He replayed the experience in his head. He could only see contours of a human-like shape dissolving from his limited field of view. There was some semblance of light coming in from his window, but it was still dark out and his curtains were not drawn.