Five years had passed since Mike's promotion, since the lamp first appeared. At first, everything had seemed perfect. The house, the kids, the job. His life with Emily felt like a fairy tale—his kids growing fast, their laughter filling the home. He'd been promoted again, quickly climbing the ranks at work. He had become the guy everyone looked up to, the one with the sharp suits and the even sharper mind. Everything felt right.
Except it didn't. Not anymore.
The lamp was no longer just a blur at the edge of his vision. It wasn't some fleeting, ghostly shape. Now, it was real. Solid. Sitting there, right in front of him, glowing with that faint, eerie light, just daring him to confront it.
Mike stood frozen in the living room, his eyes locked on the lamp. It was no longer hiding in the periphery. It was right there, like a living, breathing thing. It hovered beside the bookshelf, casting long, flickering shadows that danced across the walls, as if it was trying to communicate, trying to tell him something. Something he couldn't quite grasp.
His throat felt tight, his heart pounding as he reached out, fingers trembling. Emily had just gone to bed, her voice soft, reminding him not to stay up too late. He had nodded, barely hearing her, his mind completely wrapped around the thing in front of him. She had no idea what was happening. She couldn't possibly understand.
He reached toward the lamp, his fingers just inches from the surface of the glowing shade. This time I'll touch it. This time I'll know. But just as his fingertips grazed the edge, it flickered—and disappeared. The room plunged into darkness. The lamp was gone.
Again.
Mike gasped, stumbling backward. His chest heaved, his heart slamming against his ribcage. It had been real. He knew it. But it had vanished. Like it always did.
The house was still. Silent. And for a long time, Mike stood there, staring at the empty space, his mind spinning. What is it? What does it want from me? The questions had consumed him for years, slowly gnawing away at his sanity. Every time he thought he was close to understanding, it slipped further away, like a cruel game.
The next morning, Mike sat at the kitchen table, clutching a mug of cold coffee. He hadn't slept. The sun streamed through the windows, bright and sharp, but everything felt wrong. The light was too harsh, the morning too loud after a night spent in that dim glow.
Across from him, Emily was watching. She didn't say anything at first, just studied him, her eyes filled with concern. She always knew when something was wrong, but lately, she didn't know how to reach him.
Finally, she spoke, her voice soft. "Mike, are you okay?"
He flinched at the sound of her voice, dragged from the fog in his mind. He looked up at her, blinking against the brightness of the room. She was so beautiful, sitting there with her hair loose around her shoulders, her eyes filled with worry. But he couldn't focus on that. He couldn't focus on anything but the lamp.
"I'm fine," he muttered, the words falling flat.
Emily set her fork down, frustration flashing across her face. "No, you're not. You haven't been fine for weeks. You barely talk to me anymore, and when you do, it's like you're not even here."
Mike clenched his jaw, staring into the coffee mug. He didn't want to have this conversation. Not now. Not when he was this close to figuring out what the lamp wanted. "I said I'm fine."
"You're not fine!" Emily's voice rose, her frustration boiling over. "You haven't been the same since this—this lamp thing started. You've been distant, distracted, and I don't know how to help you."
Mike's hand tightened around the mug, his knuckles white. He could feel the anger rising, bubbling just beneath the surface. "You don't understand," he said through gritted teeth. "You don't see it. You have no idea what it's like."
"Then explain it to me!" she pleaded, her eyes wide, desperate. "I want to help you, but you're shutting me out."
He pushed back from the table, the chair scraping loudly against the floor. "I can't explain it! I don't even know what the fuck is happening!"
Emily stood too, her hands trembling as she reached for him. "Mike, please. Don't push me away. We can figure this out together."
But Mike shook his head, taking a step back, the frustration, the fear choking him. "You don't get it, Em. You can't get it. It's real, and I'm the only one who can see it."
Her face crumpled, tears welling in her eyes. "Mike, there's no lamp!" Her voice broke, the words hitting him like a punch to the gut. "There's no lamp. It's all in your head."
For a moment, everything went still. No lamp? She couldn't be serious. He'd seen it. Felt it. How could she deny something so real?
He turned away from her, his chest tight with anger and confusion. "You don't know what you're talking about," he muttered.
The silence that followed was thick, heavy. When Emily spoke again, her voice was soft, broken. "Mike, I love you, but you're scaring me."
The weight of her words pressed down on him, crushing him. He wanted to reach out, to tell her everything would be okay, but the truth was, he didn't know if it ever would be. The lamp had taken hold of him, and he wasn't sure if he could ever break free.
Work became a blur. The blurry lamp followed him everywhere now—front and center, demanding his attention, pulling him away from everything else. His desk was a disaster—unfinished reports, unread emails, papers scattered across every surface. He couldn't focus, couldn't think about anything but the lamp.
His coworkers noticed. They whispered behind his back, exchanged worried glances when he passed by. Even Mr. Willis, who had been patient for months, was reaching the end of his rope. "Mike, you've got to pull it together," he'd said during their last meeting, his voice strained with disappointment. "I don't know what's going on, but if you need time off, take it. Don't let this keep happening."
But time off wouldn't fix anything. It wouldn't get rid of the lamp.
Every night, Mike sat in the living room, staring at the corner where the lamp appeared. He would sit there for hours, waiting for it. Some nights, it showed up, flickering faintly, watching him. Other nights, it didn't come at all, and those nights were the worst. He would sit in the dark, his mind spinning, wondering why it hadn't come. What was it trying to tell him?
Emily tried to reach him, tried to pull him back from the edge, but Mike was too far gone. Every conversation ended in frustration, in anger. The distance between them grew wider with each passing day, and he could see the pain in her eyes, but he couldn't stop. The lamp was consuming him.
One night, after hours of staring at the empty corner, Mike snapped. He stood, his heart racing, his voice raw and desperate. "What do you want from me?" he shouted into the silence. "Why are you doing this?"
There was no answer. Just the quiet hum of the house, the distant sound of the wind outside.
Mike's fists clenched, his body trembling. He was losing it. The lamp was breaking him, and he didn't know how to stop it.
The days blurred together. He stopped going to work. Stopped answering his phone. Emily tried to help, but he pushed her away. Their once-loving marriage had become cold, distant. They barely spoke, and when they did, it was tense, filled with anger and resentment.
One evening, as they sat in silence at the dinner table, Emily finally broke. "I can't do this anymore, Mike," she said quietly, her voice trembling. "I can't keep watching you destroy yourself."
Mike stared at her, his expression blank. He didn't have the energy to fight anymore. The lamp had taken everything—his job, his family, his sanity. There was nothing left.
"I'm sorry," he whispered, though he wasn't sure if he meant it.
Emily stood, tears streaming down her face. "I love you," she said, her voice breaking. "But I can't do this anymore."
She left the room, and Mike didn't follow. He couldn't. All he could do was sit there, staring at the empty corner, waiting for the lamp to return. Waiting for something he could never truly understand.
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The Lamp
Mystery / ThrillerUpdates every Friday ----- After a car accident, Mike wakes up to a perfect life with loving wife, beautiful kids and stable job. But a blurry lamp keeps appearing in his vision, making him question if any of it is real.