Look for the light | Dalton Lambert

WHAT LURKS IN THE SHADOWS.

ARRIVING AT THE frat house was going to be the easiest part of their evening as the quartet knew that entering the house and the bedroom itself would be no easy task.

The group, lead by Chris and Stella, walk up the path and ascend the front steps, reaching the large oak door. Chris, stepping forward to put the door inward, nodded her head at the three behind her and they filed in quickly, Dalton shutting the door behind them quietly.

The four head towards the stairs, slowly and quietly as not to alert any house members of their arrival in order to avoid any awkward conversations or fumbling excuses.

"Can I help you?" A kind voice came from the room to their right, the group stopped and turned towards the woman who was perched on the chair smiling at them.

"Hello! I have left my brassiere in Nicholas' room, and I was wondering if he is per-chance home?" Chris stepped forward, an odd and poor fake English accent at play.

"I think he's upstairs studying with Paige." The girl smiled and tilted her head towards the stairs. The four smile and rush up the stairs hand-in-hand.

Mumbling could be heard within Nick's room and the four stood outside his door, deciding what they should do next.

"I need a room with darkness." Dalton spoke up, facing the shorter Stella in front of him who turned her head around slightly to look up at him.

"Yeah- okay." She nodded.

"Then what? You're going to float through the air and do a little 'Oohh' huh?" Chris joked, trying all the doorknobs in hope to find one empty and unlocked room.

"I'm not like a- ghost?" Dalton stuttered out confused as to what Chris thought was going on here.

"And you never will be with that attitude Casper" Lizzie smiled and twisted a doorknob, revealing an empty room. Looking as though it was occupied by a messy teenage boy.

"Don't touch anything you don't have too, who knows how many diseases float around frat houses. What are the chances those sheets are crusty?" Stella shuddered, disgusted by the thought of existing in the room alongside the boys belongings.

"They'd probably snap like a taco shell." Dalton placed his hands on Stella's waist to move her forward into the room to allow himself to walk along the back of her.

"I'll take the dirty floor." The group moved to remove all light from the room, switching off lampshades and closing curtains.

Dalton sat himself in the corner and began to close his eyes as the girls watched him intently.

"Can you guys give me a little space?" He questioned awkwardly as the girls neared his seated position in order to inspect whatever was going to happen next.

"Oh right sorry."

"Yes, of course!"

"Okay, okay."

Dalton sat with his eyes closed as Chris began to count back from ten.

"Ten.."

"Nine.."

"Eight.."

"Seven.."

"Six.."

"Five.."

"Four.."

"Three.."

"Two.."

"One.."

Silence.