6:66
by Mirri Night â€" Spirit of Shadows
The girl turned restlessly over on her bed to face the window. She was in college and lived in an apartment at her college, Shady Oaks. It was a good college for medical school, one of the few she could afford.
Her favorite show would start at seven o’clock. She watched her digital clock as it said 6:54. She could turn on the TV now, but she wanted to enjoy the silence and serenity before she watched TV. She’d had a good break from her schoolwork and it was almost the weekend; it was Friday the Thirteenth.
She pulled out some popcorn and munched it in await for the TV show. She glanced at the clock again. It gleamed back at her, a light blue, 6:57.
She sighed and laid back, stretching her aching muscles along her back and arms. It had been a cramped day, simply writing notes and studying.
She glanced around her room. It was dark; there wasn’t even a moon out, but a faint glow from the nearby city and from her digital clock made her bed visible as a rectangular shadow, and the TV and the door were just visible. She didn't have a roommate; her apartment wasn’t big enough, or something. Still people asked if they could share it with her, but she always refused. Now she kind of regretted that she didn’t have a roommate, as she glanced around her dark, still apartment.
It was eerily quiet and still; usually partiers down the hall would be rowdy on an evening like this. But all was silent and still.
And dark.
She wrapped the blanket around her closely, nibbling at her lower lip. The clock now read 6:59.
Maybe I’ll just flip it on at exactly seven, just for the helluvit, she thought, depressedly. Strangely she felt her body taut, her muscles still tensed. She tried to relax, but she couldn’t. It seemed something strange was going on…
She glanced again at her window. Clouds were coming in, stained orange from the glow of the far-off city. She glanced yet again around her room.
A sparkle at the door?
Oh, the peeping-hole to see who was at the door had caught the light and was reflecting it. She exhaled. She was being paranoid.
She glanced at the clock just as it changed. 6:60.
6:60?!
She leaned over and smacked her clock. Still 6:60. It had also changed color from a blue glow to red.
She felt her breath coming in short, ragged breaths. What was going on? She sensed something bad was about to happen. She glanced around, thinkling she heard something in her small kitchen on her left. Glancing at the open doorway, the kitchen looked dark.
“Hello?â€
by Mirri Night â€" Spirit of Shadows
The girl turned restlessly over on her bed to face the window. She was in college and lived in an apartment at her college, Shady Oaks. It was a good college for medical school, one of the few she could afford.
Her favorite show would start at seven o’clock. She watched her digital clock as it said 6:54. She could turn on the TV now, but she wanted to enjoy the silence and serenity before she watched TV. She’d had a good break from her schoolwork and it was almost the weekend; it was Friday the Thirteenth.
She pulled out some popcorn and munched it in await for the TV show. She glanced at the clock again. It gleamed back at her, a light blue, 6:57.
She sighed and laid back, stretching her aching muscles along her back and arms. It had been a cramped day, simply writing notes and studying.
She glanced around her room. It was dark; there wasn’t even a moon out, but a faint glow from the nearby city and from her digital clock made her bed visible as a rectangular shadow, and the TV and the door were just visible. She didn't have a roommate; her apartment wasn’t big enough, or something. Still people asked if they could share it with her, but she always refused. Now she kind of regretted that she didn’t have a roommate, as she glanced around her dark, still apartment.
It was eerily quiet and still; usually partiers down the hall would be rowdy on an evening like this. But all was silent and still.
And dark.
She wrapped the blanket around her closely, nibbling at her lower lip. The clock now read 6:59.
Maybe I’ll just flip it on at exactly seven, just for the helluvit, she thought, depressedly. Strangely she felt her body taut, her muscles still tensed. She tried to relax, but she couldn’t. It seemed something strange was going on…
She glanced again at her window. Clouds were coming in, stained orange from the glow of the far-off city. She glanced yet again around her room.
A sparkle at the door?
Oh, the peeping-hole to see who was at the door had caught the light and was reflecting it. She exhaled. She was being paranoid.
She glanced at the clock just as it changed. 6:60.
6:60?!
She leaned over and smacked her clock. Still 6:60. It had also changed color from a blue glow to red.
She felt her breath coming in short, ragged breaths. What was going on? She sensed something bad was about to happen. She glanced around, thinkling she heard something in her small kitchen on her left. Glancing at the open doorway, the kitchen looked dark.
“Hello?â€