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Depart the light On

One night time, one story, one mystery

By JanalamPublished 5 months ago 3 min read

Rain drizzled softly out of doors, tapping against the antique house’s windows. The faint patter broke the heavy silence that crammed the air. Aisha sat at the sofa, clutching an vintage, leather-sure diary. A single dim bulb lit the living room, casting long, uneasy shadows on the partitions. She have been feeling unusually unsettled all day.

It were six months on the grounds that her grandmother’s passing, yet her final words nevertheless echoed in Aisha’s mind:
"Aisha, don’t flip the mild off… not until everything becomes clean."

On the time, Aisha had brushed off it as considered one of her grandmother’s unusual habits. However tonight, some thing in her intestine informed her those words have been not simply superstition. She turned into on my own inside the house—her parents were out of metropolis, and her brother had stayed over with pals.

8:00 PM
She made herself some tea in the kitchen, however halfway via pouring the new water, she felt it—that prickling sensation at the again of her neck, as though a person become status proper at the back of her. She turned fast. No one.
“simply my creativeness,” she muttered.
Again within the dwelling room, she opened the diary. Her grandmother had usually saved it locked away. The first page bore a single line:
"in case you’re analyzing this, remember—some truths are most effective seen in the light."

9:00 PM
The diary didn’t contain everyday testimonies. Rather, it become packed with ordinary notes, commands, and warnings. One access caught her attention:
"Do no longer contact the free wood below the antique wall shelf within the courtyard… not till the night has exceeded."
Her coronary heart skipped a beat. She knew the exact shelf—her grandmother used to take a seat beneath it each nighttime.

10:00 PM
The rain intensified. The bulb within the dwelling room flickered. Shadows within the corners appeared to shift on their personal. Then, a smooth knock got here from the the front door. Her pulse raced. Peeking out of doors, she found not anything.
Whilst she returned, the diary lay open to a brand new page she became positive she hadn’t grew to become. The words study:
"Do now not turn off the mild… they come in the darkish."

Eleven:00 PM
Worry and curiosity driven her to the courtyard. She held a flashlight in one hand. Kneeling via the antique shelf, she saw the free piece of timber described inside the diary. Pulling it aside discovered a small wooden box, sealed shut with wax bearing her grandmother’s private crest.

12:00 AM
Within the box were faded photos, an antique key, and a letter. The letter examine:
"This key opens the basement. What you find there has protected our family for generations. But remember—hold the mild on, or all might be misplaced."

1:00 AM
The basement door creaked open, releasing a wave of cold, damp air. The beam of her flashlight stuck abnormal symbols at the walls and… an old mirror. But the reflection turned into incorrect—her photograph became faint, distorted, and smiling, even though her face changed into frozen in fear.

2:00 AM
The reflection spoke: "i'm now not your shadow… i am the debt your circle of relatives owes. Hold the light burning, or I could be loose."
Aisha stumbled backward, however the mild commenced to flicker. In her panic, the flashlight slipped from her arms. For a cut up 2nd, darkness swallowed the room. In that second, the reflection set free a bone-chilling scream.

3:00 AM
She snatched up the flashlight, but the reflect become now empty. At the wall, new words had regarded in jagged letters:
"This is not over… i will return next night."
Aisha slammed the basement door close and locked it with trembling palms. Lower back inside the living room, she made positive the bulb stayed sparkling—irrespective of how dim.

As the first name to prayer echoed from the mosque in the distance, Aisha sat wide awake, coronary heart nonetheless pounding. She sooner or later understood what her grandmother had meant—
The light have to in no way exit… because the darkish swallows the whole lot

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Janalam

Start writing...Hey! I’m Jan Alam 😎✍️

I write all kinds of stories — sci-fi 🚀, romance 💖, or something totally weird and new!

Obsessed with pop culture 🎬🎶📚 and always busy creating something fresh ✨🔥

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