Brainsick Halloween

Out of the Light (music_ally)

 Out of the Light

I chose this. That is what she tells herself, when her heart begins to race, when she steps out of the radiant halo of the streetlights as if she is entering a surreal nightmare. The figure in the alleyway melds into the shadows. He has not noticed she is there- perhaps no one else can see him. She could have chosen to go home, where she buries her curiosity under the words of her parents, their secrets and their warnings.

"Make sure you're home before dark." "Stay beneath the streetlights, they're warded, they'll keep you safe."

She can feel her edges blurring, out of the light. It feels as if she could let herself go with it- fade entirely, be a part of the darkness. But if she did, would she ever be able to come back? He does it fluently- she watches with wide eyes as his arm, shrouded in a long jacket, disappears, then reappears as quickly as it had gone.

She takes a step forward, her footfall loud on the damp pavement. I chose this. He looks up, expression unreadable in the dark.

"What are you doing?" She asks, her voice breaking in fear. "What am I?"