Chapter 5. Unexpected Sleep
The upper landing to the Loft was dimly lit and eerily silent.
Bacon jumped up the remaining steps onto the landing and stood for a moment frozen in the silence. He breathed in as he approached the door, turned the knob, and gave it a great shove. It wouldn’t budge. Though something stirred on the other side followed by barely audible gasps.
He pounded on the door desperately, his tear-stained face glistening in the moonlight.
The beast on the other end was in sleep, dead as a doornail.
The sound of the pounding never even made it in, as it was swallowed up by the residing darkness.
Bacon began to cry again, slumping to the ground in defeat as his adrenaline broke and despair took its place.
“I can’t give up hope now” Bacon breathed shuddering in the sadness. He stood up as something caught his eye. Above the door there sat a small window seldom opened, but still it was worth the try.
Glancing around the landing Bacon shook his head in disbelief with a glimmer of a smile. The landing had been taken over as an opening parlor of sorts, with overstuffed armchairs and a single bookcase. His eyes lit up as he grasped upon an idea.
In a flurry of hope Bacon pushed an armchair into place in front of the door as a step up to the window. As he stepped up on the cushion something dislodged from the falling fabric.
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The cushion gave way to a cold something that fell from the outer depths of the chair and met his feet.
The sudden touch grabbed hold of his attention for a moment as he reached down to retrieve what had fallen.
The moonlight shone through the outer windows looking out over the dark city, giving just enough light for him to see what he now held in his hand. Though it felt quite familiar and he was already certain what it was. But he looked down anyhow.
In his hands he now held a gameboy, long lost to the cushions. The sight of the nostalgic item brought a smile to his face.
Bacon now stood on the back of the armchair with one hand on the gameboy and one hand holding to the ledge of the upper window. Bacon looked to the window now at a little above eye level.
“I can’t see a thing”
Though the night was dark, some light should have been visible through the small window.
But nope. It was pitch darkness through and through.
“I really need some light,” Bacon muttered.
As he said this he reached up his hand grasping the gameboy and now held it in both hands.
The game boy sat on the windowsill with both of his hands keeping it steady.
“I wonder if this still works?”
With that Bacon flipped the on switch.
The classic tone sounded with the load up screen, then like a flash bang emanating, all on the landing turned to white.
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In that fraction of a second the shock wave of light continued on penetrating through the darkness and the entity into the Loft. The room and all the friends were immediately submerged in the dense atmosphere of light.
“What the what?” A voice cried.
Followed by dead silence.
All were blinded by the light. With a thud everyone fell to the cold ground.
