You flip the switch and a white-hot incandescent bulb blazes awake, only to pop and shatter. Shards of frosted glass fall across the floor. Shocked by the burst of light, your eyes try and readjust again. The broken bulb crunches underfoot, but it's not your foot. Crack, there it is again. Who's there? You stab into the shadowy corners of the room. Crunch again.
Defensively, you reach for the bottle of whiskey.
〔⍺〕〔go back〕〔take a sip〕〔swing wildy〕
Jon T writes Ferns of Columbo. An ongoing collection of short speculative fiction, exploring the unusual, surreal and existential.