Lost Memories_The Next Victim_The Brightest Light_Probing Session
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Lost Memories
Lost Memories By: Emma EbinerI feel damp air, and a chill goes down my back. My eyes are closed, and I can feel that I'm laying on my back. My head is aching. It feels like a hammer is pounding over and over again. I hear voices all around which does not help. My eyes twitter. I open my eyes a little to see a bright light in front of me. I wait for my eyes to get adjusted. I look around and see several people. I don't remember anything about my paswww.onedoor.cct or what my name is. But for some weird reason, I'm happy, like a weight has been lifted off my back. “Sarah,Sarah,” a boy yelled coming into t...
The Next Victim
“Antony! You have to come to my house! Now! Please!” Robin yelled. For the first time in my life, I heard a dash of fear in his voice. “Robin? Are you alright?” I asked, concerned. “Just get over here!” he snapped, and hung up. I got up and hesitantly twisted the doorknob, but stopped. My parents wouldn’t let me go. People have been going missing in my neighbourhood and mom and dad have been very overprotective lately. I opened my window and jumped out. Trying to be very stealthy, I tip-toed to the garage and got my bike. I quietly walked till the road, and started pedalling faster than ever. ...
The Brightest Light
Last Monday morning, I installed a new lamp in my office, right above my four-tier filing cabinet. When I turned the lamp on, it burst light throughout the room, bouncing off metal, refracting through glass, and revealing dust I didn’t anticipate ever seeing with such clarity. I shielded my eyes. The lamp was too bright. Mr. Inglethorpe knocked lightly on my open office door. “Malcolm, this is Alex. She will be filling in for Natasha this week. I’m afraid Natasha has fallen ill,” he said. “I’m sorry to hear that,” I said. “Alex, it’s nice to meet you. Welcome aboard.”“Thank you, Mr. Sharpe,” A...
Probing Session
“May I come in now?”The stout Englishwoman spoke with a faded voice from the doorframe. I had yet to calibrate roughly half of my electrodes, and the solution had barely started to thaw in the vial.“I’m afraid I’ll need at least ten more minutes,” I replied, trying to hide the simmering annoyance in my voice to the best of my ability. “Did Mandy let you in?”“She might have stepped out to get coffee in the kitchen,” she said. “My bad, I’ll go back to the waiting room.”“Please do. We’ll let you know when you can come in.”The patient closed the door behind her with all the whimsy expected of her ...