The Darkness In Him

 was late in the afternoon when Lany Briscott headed home from a stressful and extremely nerve-wracking day at the office. Scott from the accounting department had asked her out on a date again and she'd turned him off for what felt like the hundredth time. He just didn't get it and even seemed to be making a sport out of it. Unfortunately, Lany couldn't avoid him either, as so many of her work colleagues did, because he was one of her closest working group. Her boss, Mr. McDermont, had only just promoted her, and sadly the bitter pill called Scott Whithney was one of them. But no matter, now she finally had the end of work and wanted to "celebrate" it comfortably at home with a nice glass of her favorite red wine and the book she had bought ages ago. It had been a long time since she got home on time. In the past few months she had been working overtime to get this one important project lucrative for her company on the stage. And after

Warren Lang was just saying goodbye to a group of tourists whom he had been leading through the wilderness of Brazil for the past two weeks and was happy to finally get rid of these terrible city-people. He hadn't been used to being around so many people for a long time. Warren had lived secluded in the woods for several months, enjoying the peace and quiet. He didn't have to worry about money anyway. He'd had enough of that, after all. One of the largest and most successful Internet companies in the world belonged to his clan. But he had never really been interested in this business, much to the chagrin of his father and clan leader. With his age, Warren had long since ceased to count as a boy or even a thug, but still his father tried to convince himself that over and over again so that he would not get mad about his eldest son's way of life. After all, he should one day continue the family busines

The last two days had passed by in a flash. Now it was finally, on the other hand, unfortunately, the third day before Lany would start her journey. Unfortunately, because somehow she couldn't get rid of the feeling that she had forgotten important things that she should have prepared for her absence. Which was total nonsense, of course, but that was Lany - perfectionist to the bitter end. On the other hand, she was already very happy and could hardly look forward to the end of the day. Then she would finally be FREE and could do what she wanted. And that was her planned trip after all. Everything was prepared for the start. Their suitcases including all the necessary papers had been packed since yesterday and were just waiting to be picked up. So Lany dreamed for a while in her chic office and was already imagining her adventures that she would soon experience. Of course she hadn't told her family about her vacation. Wh

A voice - somewhere far away. Then calm again - calm and darkness. A rustling, as if of clothing, but hardly there, it was gone again. A gentle breath of air. A sudden tremor, then something wet, very cold on her head. And that voice again. Lany listened intently with her eyes still closed. She wasn't exactly sure what was going on here. In her memory there were only brief episodes of the last few minutes, even seconds, before the plane crashed. As hard as she tried, she just couldn't understand that voice. That wet something disappeared from her forehead, only to reappear immediately. Only now it was pleasantly cold again. A second voice appeared. Both talked quietly, but apparently very insistently. Another tremor. The first voice moved a little further away from her. "What happened? Where am I? ”Lany wondered to herself. After a while she decided to open her eyes a crack, maybe to get some more information about

Lany finally left the small room with a grin on her face. She walked down a narrow hallway and heard the first voices from the bar penetrate her ears and into her mind. "No! … No no no! This can not be. I must have misheard. It just has to be like that! ”Lany stopped abruptly and listened intently. Maybe she was wrong after all. But no, there was that voice again that shouldn't be here at all. What should she do now? She absolutely did not believe in a coincidence. Not with him. Lany thought feverishly and looked for a different exit than the one directly in front of her. But she could only see the door to the small room she had been in before and another door, probably to a closet. The latter was unfortunately closed. The well-known panic was already stretching its claws towards Lany and pulling her more and more under its spell. In the end, Lany sat crouched on the floor against a wall, breathing heavily,