Novel & Cerita Staring At The Ceiling In The Dark

Zia Scott eyed the man guarding the room as he disappeared past the corner of the tunnel-like path. She scanned the area. There were rusty pipes clustered together on all corners of the room, crawling all the way up the high ceiling. The room was dimly lit, not because there were dim lights but because only about 2 to 3 bulbs were working. Some bulbs were eerily flickering as if fighting to fulfill their job while other sockets were already missing bulbs. Staring at the ceiling, it felt like a horror movie. There were no windows. The only entryway was the one path in front of her, the tunnel. And she was curious. Curious as to what laid beyond the tunnel.

"Look at the ceiling. Anywhere but my face." "Why?" "Because I want to see what you do when you stop performing." I lift my chin and find the ceiling. Exposed concrete beams, brutalist and cold, with track lighting cutting long shadows. I hear him breathing. I hear the city humming fourteen stories down. I hear my own blood moving through my ears. "If I look at your face," I ask, "what happens?" "If you look and I seem bored, you'll want to disappear. If you look and I seem hungry, you'll want to ignite. Either way, you lose focus. Eyes on the ceiling."

There was even a small modern reading nook by the window with velvet cushions and a smart lamp that adjusted the brightness automatically. But the ceiling was the real magic. During the day, it looked like a ceiling. But at night — or when the lights dimmed — thousands of tiny glow-in-the-dark constellations softly appeared, mimicking the night sky. Atticus would lie there for hours tracing imaginary stories across the stars. I decided to add it since I always look in the night sky when I am carrying him and it made me calm at feel at peace. There was also a private door tucked into the corner— a connecting passage straight to my room. When Atticus was younger, he’d bolt through it at dawn,

I stared at the ceiling quietly. Is this… Love?

As I stared at the view in front of me, I thought I forgot how to breathe altogether. The room was dimly lit by the candles all over it. The petals that covered the floor filled the room with a faint rose scent. The middle of the ceiling was made of glass, giving a view of the starlit sky above. Nick was standing in the middle of the room with his back to me. He was shirtless and wearing a pair of gray pajamas. The entire view before me was completely breathtaking.

When Emily opened her eyes she saw everything was dark. A small dirty room, the window is pinned closed and there is only a small source of light through the door cracks. The pungent smell of this room makes her nauseous. She tried to recalled what happened earlier? When she is talking to Ryan she saw someone bumped into her car. She halted and go out of the car to check on that lady if she is fine or not but before she asks anything from that lady someone hits her head which makes her lose her consciousness then she didn't know what happened afterwards. She still tried to recall the person who suddenly jumped in front of her and what happened afterwards but she couldn't remember anything. E

Finally, he was in the presence of true evil. The attendant nodded, and that was Kyle’s cue. Kyle pushed his way through the crowd, and walked right out to the center of the empty floor. He stood in the small circle in the center of the room—the spot. He knew that if he looked up, directly above his head would be the hole in the ceiling, the oculus, open to the sky. In the daytime, it allowed in a shaft of sunlight; now, at sunset, the light was filtered, and very weak. The room was lit mostly by torches.

He was staring upwards at the light fitting hanging from the ceiling. The light was flickering. Oblivious, Davey continued. 'Are you fucking mental or something, mate? Let her go. I won't bloody tell you again.' On. Off. On. On. The light grew brighter. Brighter. Brighter still, and the room was suddenly filled with a light so intense that it couldn't possibly have been generated by a single bulb. 'What the fuck...' cried Davey, shielding his eyes from the glare, the others doing the same.

He glared at us and then smirked. I can feel the atmosphere getting darker. The feeling of something staring at your back. Staring right through your soul. Eyes watching every move you make. I glanced at my seatmate, like me, she was experiencing it too. It is like someone is staring at the weird search history on your laptop. Being uncomfortable even you did nothing wrong at all. I looked back to my desk. My fingers are trembling, shaking in front of me. My eyes grew shocked when a black liquid had fallen from the ceiling. It was dripping to my arms, sliding on my skin and stopping on my desk. It smelled gross.

—I finally asked so why am I here, why me? Lilith just smiles. Not kindly. "That's what we're all trying to figure out." She leaves me to think about everything differently. Lying in bed staring at the ceiling the house is still.—No footsteps in the halls no voices behind closed doors. Just silence and the ticking of the grandfather clock downstairs. I don't remember dozing off