06-24-2020, 11:13 PM
(This post was last modified: 06-25-2020, 12:03 AM by AmAnAesthete.)
June 30, 2020
03:00 Hours
It is thunder storming. Rain taps at the window and faint thunder rattles the foundation of the house. Lucent is home alone at her workstation switching between drawing and conversing on Online Sequencer. She is deeply focused in her drawing, ignoring the sounds of the weather.
Lucent gets up from her chair and walks to the bathroom to wash her face. She looks into the mirror. Then everything becomes pitch black. Power outage. The house becomes dead silent save for the sounds of rain. Lucent reaches out her arms to feel for the door frame of the bathroom. She takes slow and steady steps, trying to trace her way back to her room while using her hands to feel the walls as guides.
She enters her room. It is dark and she cant use the computer until the power comes back on. Agitated and bored, Lucent decides to look out her window and watch the lightning. She finds her chair and brings it close to the window. She opens the blinds. A show of lighting flashes in the storm clouds above. Each flash lights up the neighborhood enough to make out every detail of the houses and street. Lucent watches. She is entranced, staring at the blips and streaks of lightning and listening to the low rumble of thunder.
She looks at the street. For split seconds she can see everything as if it was broad daylight. Then suddenly, a silhouette of a man appeared at the edge of the driveway. It looked as if it was facing the direction towards her window. Lucent's heart races. A few flashes of light later and the figure disappears in an instant. Lucent questioned if what she saw was real or just a shadow. She continued to stare at the driveway. Minutes pass and the figure does not appear again. Still uncertain, she is overcome with paranoia and closes the blinds.
Lucent goes onto her phone and goes on mobile Online Sequencer. She joins in on a conversation with users. About 10 minutes pass and knocking is heard somewhere on the wall of her house in the distance. She freezes. Her heartbeat picks up speed. She holds her breath as if becoming a statue would make her invisible. She listens intensely. Rain and thunder is all that she could hear. The image of the man at the driveway appears in her mind again. Anxiety consumes her. Lucent ponders about the thought that her house is a target for a home invasion. She doesn't know what to do in this situation. Investigate, call 911, hide, the options run through her head.
Abruptly, a metallic clanging noise was heard from within the house. The kitchen, Lucent thought. Someone is inside the kitchen. Lucent quietly crawls under her bed. She left the phone on the bed. Too late to grab it now. She waits.
The thud of footsteps are heard on the floor board in the hallway. It moves around the house, fading and reappearing. The intruder in searching though the rooms. Lucent's anxiety increases its peak. Adrenaline pumps through her body. She can hear the footsteps getting closer to her room. Lucent tries to suppress her sharp breathing by covering her mouth with her hand. The footsteps are now in her room. It moves slowly towards the foot of the bed. She is now in a fight or flight situation.
The power comes back on and the light brightens the entirety of her room. In front of her are two bare feet drenched in water and are pointed at her. The man does not move. Every fiber in Lucent's body is tensed up. Then....
The man instantly squats down and two hands come down to grab Lucent by the arms. He pulls her out from under the bed with intensity. Lucent screams and tries to escape his grasp. He brings her close to his face. She looks at him right in the eyes and recognized the face. Wafels?!?! Lucent struggles to utter a word. Her mind is in haywire. She is trying to process what's happening. How did Wafels get here, why is Wafels here? Wafels holds her tightly with a smug look. He says, "Sick house. Mind if we use the bathroom?"
"Uuuuhh... yeah, sure..." Lucent responds in a broken voice. Wafels smiles seductively and rushes her to the bathroom. Lucent is confused. Wafels brings her into the bathtub and he pushes her against the wall and leans close. "Let's get wetter than a typhoon," he whispers. He turns on the shower head. Steam rises and they are soaked in warm water. Wafels leans in for a kiss.
Lucent wakes up in her bed. The room is dark and it is thunderstorming. She feels a wet spot in between her legs. She pats that area and realizes that she pissed herself. So that was all just a dream?
03:00 Hours
The Witching Hour
It is thunder storming. Rain taps at the window and faint thunder rattles the foundation of the house. Lucent is home alone at her workstation switching between drawing and conversing on Online Sequencer. She is deeply focused in her drawing, ignoring the sounds of the weather.
Lucent gets up from her chair and walks to the bathroom to wash her face. She looks into the mirror. Then everything becomes pitch black. Power outage. The house becomes dead silent save for the sounds of rain. Lucent reaches out her arms to feel for the door frame of the bathroom. She takes slow and steady steps, trying to trace her way back to her room while using her hands to feel the walls as guides.
She enters her room. It is dark and she cant use the computer until the power comes back on. Agitated and bored, Lucent decides to look out her window and watch the lightning. She finds her chair and brings it close to the window. She opens the blinds. A show of lighting flashes in the storm clouds above. Each flash lights up the neighborhood enough to make out every detail of the houses and street. Lucent watches. She is entranced, staring at the blips and streaks of lightning and listening to the low rumble of thunder.
She looks at the street. For split seconds she can see everything as if it was broad daylight. Then suddenly, a silhouette of a man appeared at the edge of the driveway. It looked as if it was facing the direction towards her window. Lucent's heart races. A few flashes of light later and the figure disappears in an instant. Lucent questioned if what she saw was real or just a shadow. She continued to stare at the driveway. Minutes pass and the figure does not appear again. Still uncertain, she is overcome with paranoia and closes the blinds.
Lucent goes onto her phone and goes on mobile Online Sequencer. She joins in on a conversation with users. About 10 minutes pass and knocking is heard somewhere on the wall of her house in the distance. She freezes. Her heartbeat picks up speed. She holds her breath as if becoming a statue would make her invisible. She listens intensely. Rain and thunder is all that she could hear. The image of the man at the driveway appears in her mind again. Anxiety consumes her. Lucent ponders about the thought that her house is a target for a home invasion. She doesn't know what to do in this situation. Investigate, call 911, hide, the options run through her head.
Abruptly, a metallic clanging noise was heard from within the house. The kitchen, Lucent thought. Someone is inside the kitchen. Lucent quietly crawls under her bed. She left the phone on the bed. Too late to grab it now. She waits.
The thud of footsteps are heard on the floor board in the hallway. It moves around the house, fading and reappearing. The intruder in searching though the rooms. Lucent's anxiety increases its peak. Adrenaline pumps through her body. She can hear the footsteps getting closer to her room. Lucent tries to suppress her sharp breathing by covering her mouth with her hand. The footsteps are now in her room. It moves slowly towards the foot of the bed. She is now in a fight or flight situation.
The power comes back on and the light brightens the entirety of her room. In front of her are two bare feet drenched in water and are pointed at her. The man does not move. Every fiber in Lucent's body is tensed up. Then....
The man instantly squats down and two hands come down to grab Lucent by the arms. He pulls her out from under the bed with intensity. Lucent screams and tries to escape his grasp. He brings her close to his face. She looks at him right in the eyes and recognized the face. Wafels?!?! Lucent struggles to utter a word. Her mind is in haywire. She is trying to process what's happening. How did Wafels get here, why is Wafels here? Wafels holds her tightly with a smug look. He says, "Sick house. Mind if we use the bathroom?"
"Uuuuhh... yeah, sure..." Lucent responds in a broken voice. Wafels smiles seductively and rushes her to the bathroom. Lucent is confused. Wafels brings her into the bathtub and he pushes her against the wall and leans close. "Let's get wetter than a typhoon," he whispers. He turns on the shower head. Steam rises and they are soaked in warm water. Wafels leans in for a kiss.
. . .
Lucent wakes up in her bed. The room is dark and it is thunderstorming. She feels a wet spot in between her legs. She pats that area and realizes that she pissed herself. So that was all just a dream?
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