Gaslight Novels & Stories

The color drained from her face as she peered into the round mirror above the free-standing sink. Gaia’s shaky hand reached up and hesitantly touched the two holes on the side of her neck. She flinched. It was tender to the touch. Tears rolled down her cheeks. "Oh, God—" she squeaked. "I am going crazy. Now, I'm hallucinating!" Gaia considered heading straight to the emergency room and having herself committed. Something was seriously wrong with her. She was positive of it. Losing time, blacking out, and now hallucinating when she was awake? The only logical explanation was she was going crazy.

The girl that smelt of lavender, her shocking blue eyes and brown hair, she was the definition of perfect. -Skylar P.O.V- I woke up from my annoying alarm, I looked at the time and it was 5 am. As soon as I lifted my head my neck started to hurt, I got up and looked in the mirror to see two holes in my neck. Flashbacks from yesterday ran through my head, I had been attacked by a vampire. I walked into the bathroom doing my business and then into the shower, I washed my hair and body. As soon as I was done, I sat in the shower, letting my thoughts consume me. “Sky, you’re going to be late.” I heard a knock on the bathroom door.

“ But….you family is waiting for you . Look we are nearly home . “ said Aron hitting the chair of the driver . “ said Aron nervously . The driver got nervous and started to drive faster to go to the mansion . “ Aron , let me tell you something . Never , never disagree or angry a pregnant woman cause pregnant women are very dangerous . The pregnant women are the same as the women that go through menstruation and a woman in menstruation and pregnancy is stronger than ten men combined when angry . It is scientifically proved so don’t try me Aron . You either take me shooting or I go pull the hair of that stupid annoying mr Ben . “ said Ayla annoyed with a smile that gave Aron the shivers . Aron

he nods smiling and whispers “This is going to be luxurious…” We reach the stairs that lead to the lower floors of the mansion, the place where I live is a huge mansion with about 3 visible floors, made of tempered glass, it is really luxurious, elegant and minimalist to a certain extent, I am a simple guy but with good taste, it has everything a mansion should have, swimming pool, garage, kitchen, gym, recreation areas, it is a mansion and as ironic as it seems I like the light, at least here, even though I live in a world of darkness.

She screamed. Lorenzo chuckled as he opened the door to his house. "Oh love, no one can hear you from here. We're far away from civilization. Very, very far." He said placing her down. "Lorenzo! You're back. Oh dear, who's this?" Lorenzo turned around and saw the woman who practically raised him, Grace. Lorenzo sighed, "We were taking care of some business and she witnessed it." He said. Bonnie furrowed her eyebrows, "I'm blind." She hissed. Grace tilted her head to get a clear view of Bonnie. Her eyes were a silver colour as they helplessly roamed around the room as if she could see. They filled up with tears.

Under my tongue when I lied and said I was fine. I leaned closer to the mirror. My reflection leaned too. On time. Perfectly. “Cute,” I muttered. “Gaslight me before breakfast. That’s mature.” The silver mark at my temple flickered once, like it had opinions. I reached for my moisturizer and went through the motions of my morning routine because apparently even metaphysical instability couldn’t save me from dry skin. Toner. Serum. Lotion. Sunscreen. A woman could be haunted by cosmic inheritance and still refuse to look ashy. Standards mattered.

Not blinking. Something really isc razy. I feel it deep in my bones.

The woman in the hospital bed didn’t blink. Her eyes—bright gold, burning like coins fresh from a fire—just stared. “Get away from her!” June shouted. She lunged, reaching for her mom, but slammed into something she couldn’t see. It was like hitting a wall. She flew back, smacking into the cold glass window. Outside, the city lights of Umuahia blurred and spun. Her chest ached—she couldn’t breathe. Her hands shook so badly, the wooden spoon in her grip buzzed like an angry bee.

*]:pointer-events-auto scroll-mt-[calc(var(--header-height)+min(200px,max(70px,20svh)))]" dir="auto" data-turn-id="88630483-7eb5-4271-b05b-c60c7df0102d" data-testid="conversation-turn-186" data-scroll-anchor="true" data-turn="assistant"> The silence after the Ghost’s disappearance felt heavier than the gunfire. Like the air itself was holding its breath.