Ghost Shorts | Fem!Reader

MINI | THERE'S SOMETHING ABOUT THE LAMP

Something gnawed inside your head. It felt like the beginning of a migraine, an aura of confusion muddying your thoughts.

"Simon?"

You called out, it echoed around the empty space.

"I'm here, love!"

You felt comforted. Palms pressed into the doorframe as you peered out into the hallway. This was your home, right?

Fingertip trailed along the door itself, noting it's thickness, the grain of the wood. The way it sat open, but on no hinges. What was the time? You could hearing ticking but could see no clock. Yet that feeling of panic, the stomach dropping, it never came. There was no urgency to find out. 

Light glowed through the blinds. Brows knotted together. You didn't have blinds.

"Simon?!"

"I'm here, love!"

Where?

Soft footsteps padded out on the floor to the wall across the way. The frame which hung upon it wasn't straight. It held a photo of you and him. Was it you and him?

Head tilted, staring at it for so long it began to blur, the faces of the people on the picture melting. You forced a blink, squeezing eyes closed tightly.

There was a lamp on the side table beneath the photo. It was an odd lamp, it looked normal but it's dimensions were off. Had it been there before? You stared at it and the light around you faded, but when you became aware once more, it was just as bright. Had any time passed?

"Simon!"

It was strange, the louder you tried to yell for him the more quietly it came out. He touched you on the shoulder.

"Wake up."