The Blackout

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Dec 192004
 

Narromine, NSW Australia
1983

One night in summer when I was 12 years old, our cousins came to stay at our home. The adults went out for the evening leaving me in charge of the other four kids. There were 5 of us: our two cousins, my sister and me, then my brother (nicknamed Mog) was the youngest at about 7 years of age.

We mostly watched telly and played monopoly as the night passed and later, a storm rolled in. It was no particularly violent storm, but the youngest two were frightened by the thunder, wind and the sound of the house groaning. A little frightened myself, I went through the house turning on every light in every room. The entire time, I was picturing something black following and watching me, hovering just above and behind me as I walked from room to room. With my neck hairs bristling, I ran back the others in the warmly lit living room and as I sat on the floor the power went off. At that very moment, there was a bright flash of lightning by which we all saw each other, wide-eyed and pale-faced. It was a scene from a nightmare, and one of our cousins let out a soft high-pitched cry.

More lightning flashed and thunder cracked louder and louder. Occasionally the room was lit as if the morning sun streamed in, and we all saw each other in our fear. A real fear it was. Not just a childish fear of the storm and the dark, but the awful feeling I had earlier was on us all. We sat talking softly for a long time. The storm eventually calmed and the wind died down, but the house stayed dark.

Although there was still some lightning and distant rumbling, Mog decided that the break in the storm was the perfect opportunity to go to the toilet. None of us would go with him. He was terrified but bravely left the room alone. Within a few minutes we heard the toilet flush and seconds later, his bare feet slapping quickly across the kitchen floor and into the living room. He sat quietly on the carpet with us and I could hear him breathing heavily.

Another hour or so passed and the living room was suddenly lit from outside by the headlights of the family car arriving home. The grownups opened the door and came down the hall and into the kitchen where dad opened a cupboard and took matches and some candles. Soon the house was lit with dim, flickering light that threw dancing shadows up the walls and across the ceilings.

Our cousins left with their parents, my sister went to her own room, and my brother and I went to our room. As we lay in our beds falling asleep, he told me that on his way back from the toilet, there was a flash of lightning that lit up the hallway.

He described to me in great detail what he saw in that flash. The body of a little boy. Dead and propped in a sitting position against the wall.

It was gone when another flash lit up the hall.

  15 Responses to “The Blackout”

Comments (15)
  1. Happy sigh… I missed your stories. It’s good to reread them, I feel like I’m visiting an old friend from long ago,

  2. i got goosebumps at the last part, rereading it, and thinking about it when writing this comment

  3. i really like this and other stories of yours keep up the good work: )

  4. Last ime i read these. I think 2 years ago…. The voice i imagine while reading i should say sounds better that any other stuff ive read… Or somehing like that. I really like you stories. Gonna re-read some stuff. 😀

  5. well, i think its a good story. i gonning to read alll of youre stories.
    you got someting that i look like youre telling the tor to me, grazy isnt it?
    i love you work, the storys and bitey ofcourse:D

  6. GROW UP! you’re just spreading untrue tales right?!! the whole story was EFFIN BORIIINGG! ay ka Efot. and so what? if your brother saw an apparition of a small boy?! what’s the big deal?! ?

    • I think what you meant to say was:
      “Wow amasing story!! A dead boy???? I cant belive how awsone is this intire site. Im gonna to read everthing your ever writen right now. Im stay hear until i read all it!!!”

  7. meh too

  8. Amazing story. Well written and the description was just fantastic. I have experience the same thing, but instead of seeing a little boy, I see a tall man walking across the street wearing a tuxedo. I would write my story down, but no.

  9. I discovered this site about 2 hours ago and im still reading

  10. I think sometime this week I’m going to take a stab at animating this; it would be good practice for my very limited skills… but I REALLY shouldn’t be reading all these at 1 in the morning like I am… It’ll make it much harder to get to sleep.

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