Lights

I learned from a very young age to keep the lights a secret.
They caused my parents quite a few headaches when I was growing up. Their trauma was what led me at first to keep them a secret. But soon, even I had forgotten about them. They still spun lazily in the air above me, but I was able to ignore it as easily as a fading itch.
That was before my internship.
Before the beast.

This horrifying short story explores the devilish nightmare which one man's supposed delusion leads him into.

This is the story of the lights.