Staring At The Ceiling In The Dark Novels & Stories

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

I walk back to the living room and found no one there. I wonder where they could have gone to now?. I don't know my way around this house so I just decided to sit down on one of the couches and lay my head back down. I stare at the highly decorated POP ceiling and the lamp like chandelier that's handing above it. Then my eyes caught a trail of some light wires and I followed then to see that they make a trail of a star, just like how the ceiling was decorated to imitate a cloud. "It's so beautiful" I complemented.

The room was cast into darkness, and I felt the sudden urge to hide away from the world. I slumped down onto my bed, staring up at the ceiling. The chandelier above me sparkled, casting dancing shadows across the walls. It was oddly calming, and I let my eyes follow the shifting shapes. My thoughts were still racing, but I tried to focus on the light and the shadows. For a moment, I allowed myself to forget about everything else. I just focused on the rhythm of the shadows, and the steady rise and fall of my chest. I don't know how long I laid there, but eventually, my eyes began to droop. The sparkle of the chandelier seemed to lull me into a state of relaxation, and I found myself drifting

And as it played the light dropped, warm and dim, the lamps banking down to almost nothing, and that was when I saw the ceiling. Stars. A thousand of them, set into the dark blue overhead, small points giving off a faint cold glow now that the room had gone dim. The whole sky of them, scattered the way they scatter on a clear night, soft enough to ache. Kane caught me staring up at it. He laughed, quiet.

Gabe screams, "EARTHQUAKE!" Sitting cross-legged next to him I laugh. "No Gabe it's just me." I slap his arm. The room is swirling and I'm feeling light-headed. I lay back on the bed next to him in the dark. My room was small but with the lights off I could see my glow-in-the-dark stars up on the ceiling. I feel my body relax and my mind getting fuzzy. The room is quiet except for the sounds of our breathing. "Are you okay Ady?" Gabe whispers as he turns his eyes to me. I turn my head to him and look into his eyes.

Violet's Pov I lay in bed, staring up at the ceiling, the darkness surrounding me. My mind was racing, filled with thoughts and emotions that I couldn't seem to shake. I tossed and turned, trying to find a comfortable position, but it was no use. Sleep was elusive, slipping further and further away with each passing moment.

She would either be in her office or her house, watching the stars or the black night sky like she was doing right now. She stood on the rooftop of The Maslow Hotel, staring at the sky while counting the stars, something she was well accustomed to now. She would count the stars while following a certain pattern until she lost count somewhere and had to start over again until it was midnight and the day was over. However, the day was far from over; her mind was fogged with uncertainty and confusion that she could barely reach ten before starting over again.

DAMIAN Staring at the ceiling all night is not the smartest thing I’ve done, but I can’t stop. My eyes stay fixed on it, even when they start to burn. My senses are sharp, too sharp, and I can’t turn them down. Every little thing feels louder than it should. Zara needs sleep. I see it in how fast she drifts off the moment we lie down. One second she’s there, the next she’s gone, breathing slow and even. Caleb gets back within the hour.

When I finally crawled into bed, the ceiling looked the same as always, but it felt different now. Like he was up there, still awake, maybe listening for me this time. I turned off the light. Rolled over. And whispered to the ceiling again. “Goodnight, Mr. Ceiling.” Somewhere above me, I swore I heard a low laugh. The next night, 2 a.m. came and went in silence. No thuds. No creaks. No teasing sounds through the wall. Just silence. And somehow… that was worse. I lay awake, eyes open in the dark, waiting for something — anything.