Ghost Nightlight 소설 & 이야기

Nikolai stood beside me, his arms crossed, staring at a monitor that showed a red blinking light on the eastern grid. "It’s happened again," Nikolai said, his voice tight with frustration. I leaned in. "The same sector?" "Sector 4. The blind spot near the river." We had swept that area three times since the attack. We had repaired the wiring, replaced the cameras, and stationed two-man teams on rotation. Yet, every night between 3:00 AM and 4:00 AM, the system reported a "ghost" reading. A shadow that wasn't there. "Equipment failure?" I asked, though I didn't believe it.

CHAPTER 18 Ghosts Under Bathhouse Row Saturday night, December 21, 2026 The bloodstone wakes me at 2:13 a.m. with a tug so hard it feels like someone hooked a finger through my ribcage and pulled. Dacia (urgent, almost excited): *Down. Now. Beneath the old bathhouses. Your grandmother’s friends are restless.* I’m already lacing my light-pink Vans before I’m fully awake. I text the group chat on silent:

Then—movement. Behind her. A shadow. It moved too fast. Too low. My breath caught. “Ghost?” I whispered. I leaned closer to the glass. But Ghost was supposed to be patrolling the front side tonight. I’d heard him tell Luce. This wasn’t his route. He wasn’t supposed to be anywhere near the woods behind the cabin. Then who the hell was that? A hunter? A ghost? A memory? Or something darker, watching us sweat and fight and fuck from the trees?

Silence. Then, tap tap tap on the wall. Three gentle knocks. As if amused. He sighed. "This better not be a pervy ghost." --- By the third night, Nathan had a routine. He cooked instant noodles. Ate in silence. Left the second spoon out on the counter, just in case. And every night, like clockwork, the ghost joined him. Not visually. But the dents in the couch deepened. The light in the bathroom flickered with rhythm, one he now recognized as pacing.

I grin widely then allow him to leave. After we get all the gear and stuff we need for the attack ready. I wish them good luck especially Blue and then watch them slowly leave. They will walk because they want it to be night-time by the time they get to Lomandra. So when they turn the power off it will be completely dark and we will most likely catch them in their beds asleep. That afternoon I clap myself on the back for coming up with such a wonderful idea. This better be successful because I have everything to loss if this fails, including Natalie.

The banquet ended past midnight. Luke sat in the front passenger seat of his Rolls-Royce, pressing his index finger against his temple. He had long, artist's fingers. The glow of the streetlights cast just the right shadow over his face, making his nose bridge more prominent. He looked like a sculpture straight out of a museum. "It's late now. The curfew would already be in effect by the time you return to your dorm."

This was not normal sleeping, something bad happened to them. Meanwhile the stones were still rolling through the window, i was being attacked all alone, all my partners were half dead. I rushed back to Dad's room and i grabbed a torch, i switched on the torchlight and then i went to the sitting rooms window, i tried to use the torch to look at the window but i did not see where the menace was standing, all i could see were stones cruising to the window. I thought of another way , i opened the window and flushed the light outside through the window, suddenly the attack stopped.

Scott’s POV The clock on my nightstand glowed at 3:00 AM due to the alarm I set . The room was dark except for the faint city light sneaking through the curtains. Elliot lay beside me, sleeping like he had no worries in the world. His face looked softer in sleep, those beautiful eyes that got my attention were closed, tattoos peeking from under the sheet, chest rising and falling slow and steady. He looked innocent. And peaceful. I couldn’t sleep. My mind wouldn’t shut up.

By late afternoon, she couldn’t take it anymore. Hazel’s boots crunched softly on dry leaves as she approached the back fence line just after midnight. The compound behind her was finally quiet after another long day of preparations. Most brothers were either sleeping or standing watch at the front. The woods beyond the chain-link fence were thick and black, swallowing moonlight. She stopped ten feet from the fence and waited. Ghost appeared like a shadow, staying well back in the treeline, hands visible at his sides. He was careful. Smart. “You came,” he said, voice low enough to carry but not echo.