The Night the Lights Wouldn’t Stay Still
Mara hated working the overnight shift at the 24-Hour Diner, but she took what she could get—she was saving up for college. The diner was on the edge of town, where the streetlights tapered off and the pavement dissolved into a silent row of trees and crooked fences. Most nights were slow. A few truckers. A local insomniac or two. Some a couple arguing softly in a corner booth. Nothing that made her uneasy. But there was a weight to this night, as if the air outside were holding its breath.
Her colleague Eli was wiping down the counter for the third time that day when he said, “Ever get the sense like something’s watching us out in the parking lot?” Mara rolled her eyes, though she turned toward the window. There was an old sedan on the parking lot, and a lamp that kept buzzing and shining in spots over our heads like it tried to hard as hell to stay lit. She shrugged and added, “It’s probably the raccoons again.”
The wall clock chimed twelve-twenty-three when it happened, whatever it was. The lights of the diner fluttered once, and then again slower, like a skipped heartbeat. Mara felt the hair on her arms prick. Eli was frozen, a coffee pot suspended in midair. The electric sign outside of the restaurant buzzed dully, and then hummed away to silence. Everything went quiet.
No sooner had they thought this than the front door was being pushed open. A boy stepped inside. He was about twelve, maybe thirteen. His clothes were dirty, his shoes soaked like he had been walking for miles and when Mara asked if he needed help, the man said nothing. He only so much as glanced over the diner slowly, as if searching for something he could see and no one else could, before taking a booth at the window closest to me.
Mara came over and set a menu on the table before him. “You hungry?” she asked. The boy lifted his eyes. They were dark, not the usual kind of dark. There was something churning inside them, the shadow of a storm. He said quietly, “They’re coming.”
Mara blinked. “Who’s coming?” she asked. The boy put his cold hands flat on the table and said, “The ones that bend the lights.”
A shiver ran up Mara’s back. Eli returned with two cups of water and inquired, “Lost anywhere? Should we call someone?” The boy did not answer. Instead, he looked out the window. The wick in the lamp outside lit, flickered on, and then completely off.
Darkness swallowed the parking lot.
The boy murmured, “They know we’re here. ”
Mara and Eli looked at each other, fear in their faces. Before they had a chance to respond, the lights inside the diner began flickering once more, racing faster and sharper, as if someone shook them from the inside. The silver napkin holders on the counter began to shake. The wall clock twirled around two times and then stopped.
Then everything went silent.
Mara noticed the air begin to cool. Her breath fogged lightly. Eli immediately backpedaled toward the counter, holding the coffee pot like a club even though he knew it was no help. The boy rose from his booth and stated, “I have to leave before they get through that glass.
“What is reaching the glass?” Mara said, in a quieter voice now as if she was scared of waking something.
The boy pointed out the window. Mara turned slowly. At first she saw nothing. Then she saw that the reflections in the glass were distorting. Her reflection stretched a bit to the left, and then snapped back. Eli’s reflection flickered. The neon sign’s reflection split in two blurred figures as though something invisible was pressing through.
“He stepped back from the window and muttered, “Follows electricker things. They feed on the hum.”
Mara swallowed hard. The air in the diner was full of humming things: refrigerators, lights, the sign outside. “What do we do?” she whispered.
“Just shut everything down,” the boy said.
Eli did not wait. He dashed behind the counter and struck the master switch. The diner went completely dark. There was only the feeble moonlight shining through it upon the tops and chrome strips. The glass stopped reflecting. The shadows backed away.
They froze for an instant, the three of them.
The boy then went to the door. He did not turn back but said, “Others will look elsewhere. “But they always come back when it’s too noisy. He walked out and melted into the darkness like he had never come.
Mara remained a long time near the window. The reflections were normal again. The lamp outside came back on, stable this time, no buzz. At last, Eli exhaled and asked, “We’re quitting after tonight, right?”
Mara nodded. She didn’t know what had come to them, nor what was following the boy, she only knew one thing. Something inside her had shifted that night. Some stories were not stories. Others took place quietly at little diners on the very edge of the cities, where the lighys refused to be still.
The clock clicked to one a.m.
And everything hummed like nothing strange had ever happened.
