Flickering Lights
Writing Challenge October Prompt from madebypernille (here)
Date: 15/10/2018
“Kayla is that you?”
“Kayla’s not here,” Austin replied. Will looked up from his book, highlighter hovering in one hand. Austin, applying rosin to a bow, was right. Kayla wasn’t there.
“It’s not me either,” Austin added, slightly unnecessarily given that he was nowhere near the light switch and didn’t have Kayla’s preoccupied habit of flicking at switches.
Will shrugged.
“Bulb’s probably going,” he said, glancing back down at the lines in the textbook. They’d been wobbling for the last ten minutes as his powers of concentration faded and the lights weren’t helping.
“All of them?” Austin countered in a mild, mostly disinterested tone.
“Wiring then,” Will suggested.
At his words the lights stopped flickering, allowing Will to return to heavy medical textbooks. If he got nothing else out of them, they’d be great to prescribe as sleep medication. He yawned. Ten more minutes, then he’d let himself give in.
Nico dropped by eight minutes later (not that Will was counting). As he came through the door the lights starting flickering again.
“Got yourself a ghost?” he asked.
“You’d be the one to know,” Will answered, shutting the book with a relived and finite snap. Nico stared at him for a second.
“Spirits,” he intoned, with more sarcasm than authority. “Make the lights flicker again.”
They did.
Will just rolled his eyes.
“Did you want something?” he asked, pointedly.
“The pleasure of your company,” Nico said, sarcasm of the smirking variety now. “But if you want I’ll just go –“
Austin, though still apparently fixated on the instrument, shook his head sadly.
“The kind of welcome you get,” he commented. Will scowled at him, which caused Austin to hide a smile.
“Stay if you must,” Will said with a disinterested sniff. Nico grinned and pushed playfully at Will’s arm in an affectionate gesture he’d never have used around Austin before. It wasn’t quite an overwhelming outpouring of affection and declarations of undying love, but Will was secretly thrilled Nico was warming to Will’s siblings, even if he was more reticent about warming to Will’s friends.
In all fairness Cecil and Lou Ellen were hard to love. He only managed it because they’d both trapped him in friendship and it was too late to escape.
Nico had commandeered the laptop that had been whacked with hammers, and attacked with tongs and whatever else the joint talents of the Hephaestus and Hermes cabins could think of to connect it to the internet while simultaneously making it monster attraction free. They were discovering they had completely differing tastes in TV, but Will compromised quickly – too tired for argument when Nico suggested a horror to appease their new resident ghost.
The ghost was not appeased, and it didn’t let up.
It wasn’t until Kayla burst in, the door slamming back against the wall with a muffled ouch that the cause became clear.
“Cecil,” Will said in very measured tones.
Cecil became visible with far too much ceremony, ripping a cap from his head.
“How did you know it was me?”
“No one else would be stupid enough to steal from Annabeth.”
“Borrow,” Cecil said. “And I know you’re not going to believe this, but she actually gave me permission.”
“You’re right about me not believing you.”
Nico elbowed Will, fed up of the conversation. His eyes were glued to the screen where a very fake looking ghost was going after a very overdramatic group of teenagers.
“I’m trying to watch,” he complained. “Tell your friend to go away.”
Will was about to when the lights dimmed, flickered, came on full glare and then cut to black.
“Cecil!”
“That wasn’t me!”
“Oh like I’m going to believe that!”
“In fairness,” Austin said, stepping in. “He wasn’t near the switch that time.”
Will sighed and got up to switch them back on. As his fingers stretched out towards the witch, the lights came back on with a vengeance. Nico hissed, doing nothing to dispel the latest rumour that Nico was a vampire, and Austin groaned in complaint, squinting against the glare.
“See?” Cecil said.
“Okay,” Will said. “Fine.”
Cecil’s lip was trembling.
“What if it really is a ghost?”
Nico did look up then, eyes wide and face deadly serious.
“It might be,” he said.
“Don’t be silly,” Will said at the same time.
“I did sense a presence,” Nico said. “I didn’t want to alarm anybody.”
“He didn’t,” Will said. “Hush it Nico, I’m not having Cecil too scared to leave this cabin.”
Cecil did look petrified.
“I don’t want to stay in here!” Cecil protested. “Not if there is a ghost around!”
Nico seemed to think deeply about that.
“The ghost could be outside,” he said, apparently innocently.
Will gave him a disbelieving look, Nico responded with a bright grin the other two missed.
“Well I can’t leave then!” Cecil said, oblivious.
Will breathed in deeply.
“You are not going to get murdered from here to your cabin,” he said.
“He might be,” Nico said, diplomatically. “It’s a possibility.”
“For example Annabeth might find out you borrowed her cap,” Austin put in.
“Not helping,” Will told him. He just got a grin for his trouble, unknowingly similar to the one Nico had given him.
The lights went out again.
Cecil wailed. Will reached for the torch he kept near his bed, for when the younger ones were scared.
“Boo!”
The lights came back on and Lou Ellen was in the middle of the room, in face monster face paint that, in the moment of sudden light, was realistic enough to have Cecil bolting.
“That’ll teach him to prank my cabin,” Lou Ellen said cheerily.
“The lights?” Will asked.
Lou Ellen nodded.
“He was screwing around with them in my cabin. Frightened Jasmine out of her wits. Thought I’d give him a taste of his own medicine.”
With Lou Ellen and Cecil both gone, the lights stayed firmly on. Nico left near curfew and Austin headed up to the infirmary to join Kayla on a late shift. The cabin was empty. The cabin was quiet. He fell asleep choppily, distracted by the thick silence and the absence of his siblings. Theirs used to be such a noisy, full cabin. Only having the three of them was bad enough. When it was only him it was worse.
He was just on the very edges of sleep, heavy and disorientated, when the lights flickered, crackling and hissing eerily.
“Oh come on!”
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