The ghost of Night came that evening, and knocked the door of the Treak household.
Classy attended, to find nobody but a small silver cube, with a circular marking on the top.
He examined it, and on finding nothing about it, went to his room and kept it on his desk.
Ahoy had become normal again. At night, while everyone was sleeping, he was in a drunken stupor. Unable to sleep, he roamed around, eventually entering Classy's room.
His eyes rested on the cube, which was emanating a continuously expanding white beam. He stared at it, until it engulfed him.
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Classaesium Treakite
Short StoryA amalgam of stories, each with a count of 100 words.