4/3/22 The Brown Out

 The Brown Out

Sitting in her room late at night, her best friend and roommate sleeping lightly in the room down the hall, she sits, staring blankly at her computer screen. Her eyes grow ever heavier and she contemplates going to sleep but refuses. Some power of will works itself against her sleep schedule and convinces her to stay awake. 

Rain falls, leaving a soft pitter patter on the roof, although she can’t hear it over her calming music. She doesn’t even know it is there. That is until she is drawn out of her trance of boredom by the dimming of her light. It does not go out completely, but darkens then immediately returns to its full brightness. 

She turns to her light, “what the f-” she confusedly proclaims out loud. With her focus drawn away from the music she swears she hears a voice go through the house. The voice seemed femenine but robotic, nothing like her roommate. 

A little freaked out by the circumstances she leaves her room and looks around the house. She notices her friend's door is open, when it is normally shut. She walks towards it and pokes her head in to find her best friend wrapped snugly in blankets on her bed. Not wanting to interrupt her friend's sleep, she walks away. 

Before she can get far, she is beckoned back by her friend calling her name. She walks back to her best friend's room and asks, “My lights just randomly went dim, and I swear I heard a voice. Did you hear it?”

“No I don’t think so,” her friend groggily replies, having just woken up from a restless sleep.

“Oh ok, sorry if I woke you up.”

“No you’re fine,” her friend says, laying back down to try and get some sleep.

She leaves her friend’s door and returns to her own room, feeling even more tired than before. Sleep would not come easy tonight, not after the strange events she had just witnessed.


The End

4/3/22

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