It’s Dark Flash

A group of friends are dancing to songs on the radio in the basement when the station turns to static. One of the friends, James changes the station on the radio, but the power goes out. They hear someone opens the door to the basement. They walk downstairs.

“Mom, is that you? The power went out!” James shouted.

“I know, dear,” a voice sounding like his mother’s, but its raspy responds.

Dear? When has she ever called me dear? he thinks.

“I’m down here to find the circuit breaker,” the voice says.

The lights come back on and his mother is nowhere to be found. But their friend Milo, now with red irises stares at them.

“Milo? Is that you?” James asks him.

“Yes, it’s me,” Milo says in a high-pitched voice. “Let’s go upstairs, I’ll make some popcorn.”

The being leaves Milo’s body and floats upstairs. It opens the microwave and puts in a bag of popcorn. It disappears into the microwave.

“Hey, I’m not going up there,” James says, shaking.

“It’s your house,” Hanna says.

“Fine, I’ll go,” James gives in.

James tiptoes upstairs and sees the microwave has caused a fire. He runs back downstairs and tells his friends, “We have to get out of this house, it’s on fire.” His breathing calms down and he remembered there’s no door out of the house in the basement. He looks up and sees a small window.

“That’s the only way out,” James says, pointing to the window.

“I guess we can stand on each other’s shoulders and shimmy through it,” Hanna suggests.

James kneels on the couch and Hanna climbs on top of James’ shoulders. Milo waits for Hanna to crawl through the window, then he climbs onto James’ shoulders.

The fire spreads into the basement and they try to pull James through the window. But it’s too late. The fire consumes him and kills him.

The fire spreads up and out of the window. Hanna calls 9–1–1 about the fire. The fire spreads to the shed and axes and a hedge trimmer flies out of it. An ax hits Hanna in the back of the head while she’s on the phone. And a pair of hedge trimmers chop of Milo’s head.

The police and fire department arrive and find the dead friends. “How did any of this happen?” asks one policeman.

“I don’t know, but there has been a string of murders on this street. We still don’t have a suspect,” another policeman said.

They never found the true killer, but it’s out there and will continue to kill until its revenge is complete. “They were so cruel, no it’s time to get them back!” a female voice shouted into the night.