Just a story that me fell in love with.
All credits to Melissa de la Cruz.
Basically copy paste thingy.
It was the light that started it.Hannah woke up at three o'clock in the morning one cold February day and noticed that one of the old copper sconces in the wall was turned on,emiting a dim,barely perceptible halo. It flickered at first, then died, then abruptly came back to life again. At first she chalked it up to a faulty wire, or carelessly on her part-had turned off the lights before bed? But when it happened again the next evening, and again two days later, she began to pay attention.
The fourth time, she was already awake when it happened.She felt around the nightstand for her glasses, put them on, then stared at the glowing bulb and frowned. She definitely remembered turning off the switch before going to bed. She watched as it slowly burned out, leaving the room dark once more. Then she went back to sleep.
Another girl would have been scared,maybe frightened, but this was Hannah's third winter on Shelter Island and she was used to its "house noises" and assorted eccentricities. In the summer, the back screen door would never stay closed; It would bang over and over with the wind
