Aren't You Glad You Didn't Turn On The Lights

Aren't You Glad You Didn't Turn On The Lights Aren't You Glad You Didn't Turn On The Lights

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Genre: Horror

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Status: Finished

Genre: Horror

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My rendition of the popular Urban Legend: "Aren't you glad you didn't turn on the lights?"

Summary

My rendition of the popular Urban Legend: "Aren't you glad you didn't turn on the lights?"

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Submitted: October 26, 2012

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Submitted: October 26, 2012

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"Ouch" I cried, as my knuckle brushed against the rough wall removing a few layers of skin. There was no time to stop and revel in pain as I was in a rush to get to the library. The halls of the university were unwelcoming as ever, why I ever came to this place was a mystery to me. The library was located on the fourth floor of the Milne building. Fortunately the Milne building was also my halls of residence, so I wouldn't need to travel very far. The black wooden door of the library was now visible through the darkness of the hall. I opened the door too fast, the light was blinding and I had to turn back towards the darkness just to stop myself from tearing up. 
The Library was small. There were a few bookcases, most of the shelves half empty anyway. It was pitiful, but nevermind, the Internet has its uses. The Librarian had been dismissed years ago, clearly the University didn't care. My roommate was sat at the far end, well, it wasn't actually that far. No idea why, the Library was empty anyway.
 "How's your essay going?" I asked, pulling up a chair beside him.
"Shit, of course" he moaned, "but whatever, I'm meeting up with some chick from my history seminar in a bit, be mindful when you come back," he winked at me as he said it, poor bastard.
"Hah, of course. Have fun then I suppose," I admit now that I didn't sound entirely pleased for the guy. "I'll be finished here by about midnight, you don't last that long so it shouldn't be a problem."
"Ah, fuck you. Just don't be surprised when you walk in and I'm pounding away," he grinned as he said it, the smarmy prick. I just ignored him and set up my laptop, at least the Library was useful for something.
We were both working strenuously on our essays for over an hour easily. The essay wasn't due in for another week but instead of leaving it, we'd both decided to get started early. The War of the Roses wasn't exactly a hard topic to write about, it was just reading through all the texts. Just as I started on Wikipedia's War of the Roses page, that was as annoying a task as any, Tom got up, packed his laptop away and made for the door. No goodbye or anything.
"Have fun!" I called out to him just before the door slammed shut, leaving a piercing thud echoing around the Library.
Looking through the Wikipedia page was incredibly dull, as you'd expect essay research to be, I was pretty much just noting down the references that the contributors to the page had used, there was zero academic integrity in a Wikipedia page apparently. Sometimes I hated my Lecturer. 
I gave myself little five minute breaks every half an hour to stop myself from getting too bored. I was alone in the Library now, so a bit of Youtube or Facebook every now and again was fine. Even went on Pornhub during one of the breaks, nowhere near enough time to get myself off, but I bookmarked a few videos for later on.
Midnight came, but I still had enough energy to keep on for another hour. I thought by then that Tom would be finished. I mean he was hardly muscular and his stamina probably wouldn't hold out too long. Usually he'd last about 20 minutes when he was callous enough to fuck the girls while I was in the room.
Once the clock hit one I packed up my Laptop and made for the door. It was hardly likely anyone was going to use the Library anymore tonight so I switched off the lights before leaving. That was ominous. Being that there was absolutely no light till the second floor, it was pitch black, and therefore shit scary. 
I made it back to the entrance to the halls of residence without any weird sounds happening, so I was kind of happy. I was much more focused on the pain coming from the grazed knuckle now anyway. It had been fine in the library, I supposed it just took a while to register the pain. 
As I opened the door to the room I could hear heavy breathing along with the occasional grunt. "Fucking hell, they're still at it" I muttered to myself under my breath as  I crept into the room. The light from the corridor outside only filled half the left side of the room, which just so happened to be my side, so I couldn't see what was going on on Tom's side. I was creeping as quietly as possible so Tom wouldn't be bothered. Fuck turning the lights on, I thought, I don't want to see them at it. Probably the wisest decision of my life.
If Tom was still going at it then I could hardly open the Pornhub bookmarks and bang one out, that was just too weird. So I just got undressed and jumped in bed leaving my laptop in its bag. I stuck my phone on charge just before I closed my eyes to get some sleep. The clock on the phone said it was twenty past one. Maybe if I had got back earlier things would have happened differently? Anyway, I was lying in bed with my eyes closed and the grunting stops. So I figure Tom's finally finished and there would be silence for the rest of the night. Tom isn't a snorer and so I just hoped that his friend wasn't either.
After a few minutes of silence the heavy breathing started again. I just thought maybe Tom was having a nightmare or something and was unsettled, but the breathing got louder, so I'm just lying in bed thinking what the fuck are they doing now. I just put it down to her giving Tom and handjob to finish him off for the night. But when the breathing got to its loudest I could feel breaths of warm air hitting the side of my face. I froze. What the fuck was going on? Even if I did open my eyes to see, it was too dark. After about five minutes of warm air, which was now slamming against my face, the breathing got quieter and the warm air stopped hitting my face. Phew. So I thought nothing more of it, I wasn't going to find out what was going on at that time in the morning, I was too tired anyway, and it was probably Tom fucking with me anyway. After about twenty minutes I finally fell asleep.
I knew it must was about nine when I woke up because my phone alarm was what woke me. The sleep was too thick for me to be bothered to open my eyes, so I just slammed my hand against my hand to hit stop. That was a bad idea because flailing my hands just caused the phone to fall from the desk, onto the floor, whilst the alarm was still going off. Weirdest thing was though, that when the phone landed, it made more of a squelch than a thud. I just thought whatever and reached down to turn the alarm off. My knuckles brushed against the floor as I turned the alarm off and I felt a cold liquid stick to them. What the fuck? Why is the floor wet? Oh, wait, I thought, my knuckles were bloody from the graze last night, maybe I caught the fresh scab overnight and it bled on the floor. Yeah, I thought that had to be it. What would Tom think when he woke up to the floor soaked in my blood? So instead of waiting for the answer to that I decided that I'd get up and clean it up as quietly as possible.
I rubbed the sleep from my eyes as my head was pointed towards the floor. Holy shit, there was a lot of blood. This can't be right, I thought, I'd be dead if I lost this amount of blood. I followed the blood trail across the room to Tom's bed. That was a terrible idea. I immediately ran to the onsuite and vomited down the toilet about five times before calming myself. Fuck. I had to go make sure I wasn't still dreaming. Well dreaming is putting it nicely, if it wasn't real, it was a nightmare. But as I walked back into the room I realised  I wasn't dreaming, I ran over to Tom's side, I had to check his pulse, maybe he was still alive. As I put my fingers to his throat to check for his pulse I felt it. It was cold and wet, they'd made a botch job of it, the slit was thick and more of a gash thinking about it. I jumped backwards and saw the gash with my eyes. I almost ran back into the onsuite. Before I had chance to move I saw blood running down the wall. How on earth had the blood made it onto the wall? But when I looked up I realised what had happened. Staring straight at me was the scariest sentence I have ever read: "Aren't You Glad You Didn't Turn On The Lights?"
 


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