'That was when the lights went out'

My first reaction was to scream. A loud, feminine came out of my mouth and a moment later I felt something warm brush my shoulder. Nico was next to me and put his hand on my shoulder, and asked concerned:' Will, are you alright.' 'Yeah I'm fine. I just jumped from the sudden darkness. Do you have some light we can use.' A moment later I saw Nico's face, creepily lit by the torch of his phone and I could see better. Nico was sitting close to me and a moment later Mrs. O'Leary howled and jumped on my lap. 'what just happened?' I asked a little shaky. 'I think the hurricane destroyed the electricity station and now the power is cut off. I think if we've got candles somewhere but I don't know if they're in the basement or the attic but we can look. I'll go to the attic because it's a mess and a maze up there. Could you go take a look in the basement. It's one big space at the bottom of those stairs.' By now we had walked to a corridor where Nico opened a door to reveal a steep set of stairs going off into a black hole.

I swallowed, took my phone out and began descending it. When I looked back I saw Nico walk upstairs and disappear from my view. I swallowed again and took a deep breath. The darkness cannot hurt you. It's not going to happen again. Deep breaths, stay strong Will, do it for your mom, your sister, Nico. While I tried to calm myself down I saw the end of the staircase where a single door stood. I reached out to the handle and grabbed it. I pushed the door open but then my phone buzzed in my hand and died. So did my only light source.

I was already feeling the anxiety getting to me. My breathing swallowed, and horrible memories flashed in front of my eyes. Total darkness. A sudden scream. A face in the dark. Unbearable heat slowly growing towards my feet and up to my arms and face. Pain, hard and blinding. My brother's face as tried to pull him free from under the debris. Tears streaming down my face and screaming for help as the fire licked my arms and torso.

I started to hyperventilate and saw my brother with his pleading eyes lying on the floor of the basement, begging me to help him. I knew it wasn't real but it felt real. The heat started consuming my face. A brick hit my brother in the face.

I screamed. Then the world went black.

Ugh, the attic looks really creepy without the lights on. As I looked for the box with torches and candles, my thoughts wandered to Will. In the time of a week we had become real great friends, I dare say even better friends then me and Jason. My thoughts seemed to always be about him.

I looked through box after box, to finally, in a small corner of the attic, find the box with torches, matches and candles. I picked the box up and started carrying it down the stairs. When I was at the bottom of the stairs and standing in front of the stairs leading to the basement, I opened my mouth to call out for Will. Then a piercing scream filled the air. Will's scream. I don't know how I knew it was Will, but I knew it. I dropped the box, and ran down the stairs. The door was opened halfway and the room that I knew was beyond it, was a black void. I walked in and there, on the floor, lay Will. He was unconscious, clutching his phone in his hand. Carefully I lifted him of the floor, and carried him, bridal style, up the stairs and into the living room where I laid him down on the couch. Ever so careful I checked his head for any injuries. After finding non, except for a sore spot that would defiantly become a bruise.

I checked Wills breathing and pulse which were both fine. I decided to just wait for Will to wake up. In the time that he was unconscious, I started setting up candles all throughout the room. I tried to make as safe as possible.

After taking about ten minutes, 5 times burning my finger, 3 times getting candlewax over my hand and once even knocking down a candle, I finally managed to set all candles and the room was illuminated by 50 candles. I sat down on the floor next to Wills head.

His normally light pink lips were reddish pink in the candlelight. His hair looked like it was made of liquid gold and his skin looked soft and super tan. Under his white t-shirt I could see his abs. his legs, long and muscled, hang of the couch at the end. 'Dang, you're HOT Will.'

'Thank you.' I almost fell over, I thought he was asleep.

I woke up to Nico walking around the room and lighting candles. I had to restrain the urge to laugh at him while he was struggling with the fire, because he didn't know I was awake yet.

I studied him in the light, noticing things I had noticed before but never paid attention too. Although he was skinny, he was muscular and the light made his hair look like the feathers of raven.

Nico turned around, and in a split second I decided that he shouldn't know that I was awake yet. I heard him sit down on the floor next to my head. Though I didn't see it I knew he was checking me out.

'Dang, you're HOT Will.' Nico's voice was soft and it was obvious that he didn't realize that I had heard him.

'Thank you.' He almost fell over. I chuckled lightly and sat up. I smiled at Nico who looked like he had seen a ghost. Then we burst out laughing.

'I'm sorry for passing out down there. I got a flashback and anxiety kind of overtook me.' 'What was the flashback about?' Nico asked. I thought for a moment if I would tell him the story nobody knew. My gut feeling told me I should and that I could trust the black haired boy staring at me concerned. Besides, he just told me, honestly, that I'm hot. 'Okay, this is my story:'