It was said that night was a thing to be feared.
Daniel lay on his bed, gazing at his star-shaped nightlight. Every corner of the room had lights turned on, it was forbidden to turn any off. His phone shook his drawer with a buzz.
1 ɴᴇᴡ ᴍᴇssᴀɢᴇ ғʀᴏᴍ ᴄᴀɪᴛ
David clumsily grabbed his phone, blindly guessing the position it was in. He unlocked his phone and opened Messages.
Her message read;
ʏᴏᴜ ᴜᴘ?
Fingers tapped against the keypad for a few moments, then his message sent to his friend.
Yeah, I'm up.
His phone buzzed.
ʜᴇʏ, ᴏᴘᴇɴ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴅᴏᴏʀ. ɪᴍ ᴏᴜᴛ ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ.
He grinned and pushed himself off of his bed, waltzing to the door handle and unlocking it with a swift movement. The door swung open and Cait stood there, her red bushy hair tied into bunches.
"Good evening, sire." She dramatically announced, lowering herself to kiss his slippers.
"Evening, Cait." David shook her up with a leg and she scowled.
"Are you up for The Plan tonight?"
"Yeah, sure. Are we doing it in my bedroom?"
"Hell yeah! We're gonna turn off the lights, David Cabalse!"
Cait shone a toothy smirk as David locked his door and walked to the main plug.
He pulled it.
A gasp escaped from Cait as she finally saw what darkness was like.
"Hey..." He felt sick. Something was wrong.
"What is it, David?"
"Didn't the stories say the Night was dark like this?"
"Yeah, but those were spooky kids tales."
He opened his mouth to reply, when he heard a cry escape from Cait. David fumbled around for a moment to understand his bearings, then landed next to Cait. She was silent. His hand slowly moved onto her face. There was blood on her lips. No pulse. It was painfully rememberable, but why?
Pain jolted through his body and in turn he gasped. A thought struck him like a truck.
Cait's sister's "suicide" happened after she turned her lights off.
