Horror logo

Alone Night

A Journey into Darkness

By AZAHAR SKPublished 3 months ago β€’ 3 min read
Alone Night
Photo by Simon Berger on Unsplash

The air was thick with an ominous stillness as Emily drove down the desolate country road. The darkness of the night enveloped her like a suffocating cloak, the only illumination coming from the dim headlights of her old sedan. She glanced nervously at the fuel gauge, praying that she would reach the next town before her gas ran out.

Emily had always been cautious, but tonight, her unease was palpable. She couldn't shake the feeling of being watched, of something sinister lurking in the shadows just beyond the reach of her headlights.

As she rounded a bend in the road, Emily's heart skipped a beat. A figure stood in the middle of the road, its silhouette barely visible in the darkness. She slammed on the brakes, the tires screeching against the asphalt as the car skidded to a stop just inches from the mysterious figure.

Heart pounding, Emily peered through the windshield, her breath catching in her throat. The figure was a woman, her long hair tangled and matted, her eyes hollow and vacant. She made no move to acknowledge Emily's presence, standing perfectly still in the middle of the road like a specter from a nightmare.

Torn between fear and compassion, Emily hesitated for a moment before rolling down her window and calling out to the woman. "Are you okay? Do you need help?"

But the woman remained silent, her gaze fixed on some unseen horror in the distance. Emily's unease deepened, a shiver running down her spine as she contemplated her next move.

Before she could act, a piercing scream shattered the silence, echoing through the night like a mournful wail. Emily's blood ran cold as she realized the sound was coming from the surrounding woods, a chorus of agony and despair that sent chills down her spine.

Without a second thought, Emily slammed her foot on the gas pedal, the tires spinning as the car lurched forward and sped past the silent figure in the road. She didn't stop until she reached the safety of the next town, her hands trembling as she parked the car outside a rundown motel.

Inside the dimly lit lobby, Emily approached the reception desk, her heart still racing from the encounter on the road. The elderly man behind the counter eyed her with a mixture of curiosity and suspicion as she requested a room for the night.

"You're not from around here, are you, miss?" the old man asked, his voice gruff with suspicion.

Emily shook her head, her nerves frayed from the night's events. "No, I'm just passing through. I had some car trouble and needed a place to stay for the night."

The old man nodded slowly, his eyes narrowing as if he knew more than he was letting on. "Well, you picked a bad night to be on the road. Folks around here say that strange things happen in these parts after dark."

Emily's blood ran cold at his words, the memory of the woman in the road and the screams in the woods flooding back with terrifying clarity. "What kind of strange things?" she asked, her voice barely above a whisper.

The old man leaned in closer, his voice barely a whisper as he spoke. "They say that on nights like these, the spirits of the restless dead roam the woods, searching for lost souls to join them in their eternal torment."

Emily's heart pounded in her chest, a chill running down her spine at the old man's words. She thanked him quickly and hurried to her room, her mind racing with fear and uncertainty.

Alone in the darkness of her room, Emily lay awake, her senses on high alert as she listened to the eerie sounds of the night outside. Every creak of the floorboards, every rustle of the wind sent a shiver down her spine, the fear of the unknown consuming her with each passing moment.

And then, just as she thought she couldn't bear it any longer, she heard it. A soft whispering voice, barely audible above the sound of her own heartbeat. It called to her from the darkness, its words unintelligible but filled with a sinister promise.

With a trembling hand, Emily reached for the bedside lamp, her heart pounding in her chest as she flicked the switch and flooded the room with light.

But the room was empty, the whispering voice gone as if it had never been there at all. Emily's breath caught in her throat as she realized the truth.

She was alone in the darkness, at the mercy of forces beyond her understanding, and there was no escape from the horrors that awaited her on this fateful night.


About the Creator

Reader insights

Be the first to share your insights about this piece.

How does it work?

Add your insights


There are no comments for this story

Be the first to respond and start the conversation.

Sign in to comment

    Find us on social media

    Miscellaneous links

    • Explore
    • Contact
    • Privacy Policy
    • Terms of Use
    • Support

    Β© 2024 Creatd, Inc. All Rights Reserved.