Ghost Nightlight Novels & Stories

She then began to look for a way to open the skylight. She looked under the bed for a remote that might have dropped, but could not find it. She then searched the dresser, recliner, and closet, but still, nothing was found. She soon began to touch the small buttons on the windowsill. She heard a soft hum and looked around to see what had changed. A beam of light shot from her right and it began to grow. Hae Mina stepped back and watched the walls retract and reveal the night and ocean. She climbed on the sill and used the headboard to rest her back on as she watched the moonbeams dance on the waves.

she went back to the gap looked at the stars as she talked to herself. she wished her life was perfect like what the neighbors thought of it. she went down on her knees and pleaded before going to bed. Baraka, the boy living subsequent house to mercy, was at the dining table by himself, his parents were out on a business trip as usual. after he’s done with his meal, he went to bed, took his phone and called mercy to say goodnight. ‘‘I can bill the gloom in your speech even from the phone, so what’s going on with you?’’ baraka commanded

Lara recalled the cluster of security men converging on the helipad, blurred glimpses of an incredibly large white villa, and heat that only increased the nonstop pounding behind her temples. Jet lag had finally caught up with her. A rueful grimace slanted her face as she gingerly slid out of bed to gratefully appreciate that the ground beneath her feet was no longer rocking. It was dark outside. Locating the bedside light, Lara glanced at her watch. “8 pm… Are you kidding me?” The housekeeper, at least Lara assumed the warm, matronly woman who had come to her assistance was the housekeeper, had been a merciful savior. She had taken charge, banishing Christophe and helping Lara to bed.

She bolted the door behind her, leaning against the wood until her heart rate slowed. "I'm safe," she told the empty hallway. "It's just a phone." She walked into her bedroom, the air feeling strangely heavy, as if the room were pressurized. She didn't turn on the main light, opting instead for the soft glow of the streetlamp filtering through the blinds. She moved toward her bed, intending to fall into a dreamless sleep and deal with the digital ghost in the morning. As she reached for her pajamas, her eyes glanced at the nightstand.

Black as midnight. A phantom.

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Rhys whispered, looking up at the black sky. One of the stars was moving. It wasn't a satellite. It was a blinking, silver light that pulsed in a familiar rhythm. Long-short-long. "Julian," Elara breathed. The Ghost of the Oscillator was still out there, embedded in the background radiation of the universe. He couldn't speak, but he could point the way. The light was pulsing toward the highest spire of the Needle City—a place where a single, golden light was burning in a window.

I turned and surveyed my new surrounding. It was pitch black and the air was stuffy. Before I could do something stupid like trip over something and break my neck, I took out my phone and turned on the flashlight. Stuffy cushions, a hearth and broken vacuums were the first thing I saw. Oh, there were several antique lamps that held half burnt candles were in strategic places as well, though I couldn’t see any matches with which to light them. For some reason, Kurt, the ghost hadn’t come through the mirror with me. Oh well. Guess I’d have to find Celyn on my own.

Sh*t knows what will happen to me when I land. "Sydney, she's here! Oh, Mimi, please don't go out here! Please!" She alerted me, and I noticed the glass sliding door opened. A woman walked out and thankfully just went straight to the edge where there is a bench, and she looked at the view down at the garden or up where the sky and the moon looked perfectly together. Thankfully, it's quite dim out here, and only the light of the moon shines. And I finally got the chance to creep inside the room, making the ghost cheer.

Sitting down comfortably on my bed was the moon lady. I became light-headed and with a scream, landed on the floor with a loud thud, feeling so much pain coursing through me. "What do you want?" I whimpered. "I'm sorry for what just happened. Please, Ghostwriter, I need your help." "What!" My heartbeat hastened. "Please calm down. I know you must have questions about what killed me and how I knew I was gonna die." "Please leave me alone," I retorted, pulling the sheet to cover myself.