Two Sides Of Darkness

Updated on March 8, 2018



There was a serial killer standing in the darkness of her mind. She was was having some difficulty keeping in what she was feeling. She could not contain herself and was agitating the sanity portion of her brain. The insanity was clearly in charge as a seventy three year old woman was tied uncomfortably in a wooden chair with a tube sock stuffed into her mouth.

There were two shadows reflecting on the wall directly in front of her. The one closes to the old woman was probably the instigator as it was responding to the pain. The other shadow was probably the shadow of reason. Each shadow was unique and served a purpose. The murder was suppose to happen very quickly, but it didn't. The shadows were battling for supremacy and each had a distinctive response to the serial killer's actions. They were causing needless commotion and the serial killer had put the murder on pause.

One shadow was darker than the other and the pattern of darkness made them very different even though they came from the same person. Each shadow had a different personality and emotion as the old woman tried to scream.

The serial killer was listening but still watching the old woman squirm. She had a kitchen knife in her right hand as she had it angled for stabbing.

The lighter shadow tried to stand in her way as it just caused more commotion. The darker shadow was shouting profanities that only the serial killer heard.

The old woman stopped moving as she witnessed the difficulty that the serial killer was experiencing. There was something odd about inflicting the life ending blow,

The serial killer was listening to the shadows but still watching the old woman with the knife set for destruction. The blade of the knife was salivating as it prepared itself for ripping apart human flesh.

The darker shadow looked more intent and it started to grow larger and grew even more darker still. It covered the entire room engulfing the lighter shadow as it was in total charge of the perimeter. There were taller shades of darkness filtering through the room and each darkness seemed embedded in each other. The lighter shadow seemed to have been discharged and rendered useless.

Finally, the darker shadow and the serial killer were able to stand together, It was then that the old woman felt the blade penetrate her flesh. Each drive went deeper and cut longer as the blood shaded the darkness with a hint of red. Dark red. Unable to scream through the tube sock, she accepted death as it came violently.

An arching fountain of blood began filling the room as the downward motion of the stabbing continued.

© 2018 Frank Atanacio

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      Frank Atanacio 4 weeks ago from Shelton

      thank you Eric again and thank you too Ronny

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      Ronny E 4 weeks ago

      Two sides of darkness, I like the shadows being dark but one a tad lighter. You place questions in a serial killer's mind and her prey sits before her tied awaiting a decision. The brutal attack made my hair stand on edge, and the evil really had control, in that there was no doubt.

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      Eric Boyd 4 weeks ago

      Whoa, 2 for 2 tonight, I read your Obliterated piece prior to this one and this one just tossed me into the darkness. I love the evil that suggests here in your short story, and how conflict is what the serial killer has on her shoulders, to kill or not to kill, that is the question. Fantastic short stories my friend. Boyd

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      Frank Atanacio 4 weeks ago from Shelton

      thank you for stopping by Peg Cole

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      Peg Cole 5 weeks ago from Dallas, Texas

      It's so hard to imagine how anyone could do such things to elderly people or to anyone for that matter and yet it does happen and you tell the tale so well. You've captured the anticipation and dread so clearly in these few paragraphs.

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      Frank Atanacio 5 weeks ago from Shelton

      Nikki thanks for stopping by :) bless you

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      Nikki Khan 5 weeks ago from London

      Ohh poor old lady!

      She couldn’t figure out the shadows until she got stabbed brutally.

      Your characters are specialist in cold murders Frank, I must say this :)

      Sorry for late comment, as didn’t realise that you published this hub.

      Just love your crime scenes all the time and this one is an amazing one too.

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      Frank Atanacio 5 weeks ago from Shelton

      Genna East Happy Saturday, thanks for stopping by...:)

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      Genna East 5 weeks ago from Massachusetts, USA

      Frank, you do dark -- and I mean DARK -- like no one else. :-) Chilling and inescapable. The light gave a glimmer of hope before disappearing into the darkness of insanity that was the killer's mind. Well done!

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      Frank Atanacio 5 weeks ago from Shelton

      Thank you so much Nell Rose abd Msdora for checking out my shadows

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      Nell Rose 5 weeks ago from England

      Ooh chilling! I don't think I would like to meet your characters on a dark night! LOL! its bad enough with the murders, now we have shadows and madness! lol!

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      Dora Weithers 5 weeks ago from The Caribbean

      I try to keep the images of insanity at a distance, but at the end I see the color red very clearly. It's difficult not to involve the senses the way you write. Exceptional!

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      Frank Atanacio 5 weeks ago from Shelton

      thank you Lisa that was very kind

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      Lisa Chronister 5 weeks ago from Florida

      This was very good. I love reading your stories, the detail always leaves me on the edge of my seat!

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      Frank Atanacio 5 weeks ago from Shelton

      Puts us at the top of the heap.... LOL... Just keep the darkness away from Jack Shorebird... He'd want us committed...

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      Bill Holland 5 weeks ago from Olympia, WA

      Between the two of us,we've got dark covered pretty well. lol Wonder what that says about us?

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      Frank Atanacio 5 weeks ago from Shelton

      Yeah Yeah Jack... That's the point..LOL It's a work of F.I.C.T.I.O.N designed to entertain... Stop working.. and just enjoy the comforts of flash fiction my friend

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      Jack Shorebird 5 weeks ago from Southeastern U.S.

      A twisted dark puzzle to me. I sense evil here, a formless thing, a confused entity and insanity.

      Did I ever tell you that I've read thousands of pages of works (letters, stories, confessions, sickness) written by criminals of all persuasions? Talk about darkness.

      And you've captured some of that here. I just don't know if that's a good thing. Makes me uncomfortable. Maybe that's the point?

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      Frank Atanacio 5 weeks ago from Shelton

      Thank you so much Vellur for reading my shadows and good seeing you

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      Frank Atanacio 5 weeks ago from Shelton

      thank you Flourish and Hari for stopping by bless you

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      Nithya Venkat 5 weeks ago from Dubai

      The evil dark shadow won the battle and took over the serial killer and the knife in her hand. A gripping read.

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      Hari Prasad S 5 weeks ago from Bangalore

      Animals kill for protection and food, humans kill due to lack of empathy and emotions gone cold and dark. Interesting depiction of this side of humans in your story. Kudos frank.

      - hari

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      FlourishAnyway 5 weeks ago from USA

      Oh, that poor old woman. When I was growing up in a small town we had an old lady who was murdered by an evil intruder who cut her neck so deeply that he nearly decapitated her. That kind of horror just makes you wonder what has gotten into people. Shadows take over their souls.

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