The Candle

In the darkness, she sits and watches the candle, its tiny light glowed dimly to barely illuminate the small room the woman was hiding in. The door to the bedroom was locked tight, three strong locks bolted into the wooden door held tight into place, keeping whatever horror outside the room out, they were a bit rusty from years of use but were surprisingly still in good condition for use on the door which was necessary for the woman’s situation. 

The window, the only window in the bedroom, was boarded up tight and secured by oak wood boards she had recently bought at the store for a new shed she and her husband had plans to build but not now, of course. A hammer laid by her side along with several unused nails she hadn’t bothered to use, she already used enough to keep the boards up on the windows. A single hole in one of the boards allowed little moonlight into the room which, like the candle, barely illuminated the small room, but that wasn’t her focus.

The woman sat curled in a ball in the middle of her double sized bed, back pressed firmly against the bed frame, the candle clenched tightly in her left hand, it’s tiny flame barely lit up her terrified face as her wide eyes scanned the darkened room, void of any other item minus the bed and the single T.V sitting off in one corner of the room. It was turned off and unplugged which was pretty unnecessary given that the power was already cut a while ago, the table it used to sit on was pushed so firmly against the door that it would go completely unnoticed in the darkness, nevermind the fact that there was a single candle barely lighting up the darkened room.

The woman gave a fearful gulp as she swore she heard something off to the side like a footstep or a bang, but everytime she looked, there was nothing there. However she wasn’t fooled at all, she knew something was there even if she couldn’t see anything in plain sight. But there was a high chance that the room was empty, the bedroom itself was rather small, small enough to not fit an entire crowd but big enough to hold two people in the room. If there was someone in the room with her, she would’ve known about it but there wasn’t, she had checked the room beforehand before locking herself in.

The young woman looked over to her small desk, taking sight of her alarm clock. It was hard to see the thing as the room was pitch black minus her candle. Moving the candle ever so slightly toward the desk, the light illuminated the black screen, but no numbers that signalled the time were present as the power was currently out. That was minutes ago or was it hours? The

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Verlag: BookRix GmbH & Co. KG

Tag der Veröffentlichung: 20.02.2021
ISBN: 978-3-7487-7507-2

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