Glow-In-The-Dark

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Other  |  House: Booksie Classic
Ian has always been fascinated by the night sky and now he is going to recreate it on his bedroom ceiling.

Submitted: July 04, 2016

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Glow-In-The-Dark.

Ian had always been fascinated by the night sky. Even as a toddler he would stare happily up at the stars for ages. His favourite stories or rhymes were always about either the moon or the stars.

Once he was old enough to go to school, Ian turned his back on all the nonsense and dedicated his time to learning about those very things that had always held his interest. He collected any books he could on space. He wasn't interested in fiction though, only books that were factual. Encyclopedias on solar systems littered his shelves and he soon became a walking expert on all things related to Astronomy.

One year, as a special treat, his father decided to paint Ian's bedroom ceiling a very dark blue. It made a big difference to the light in his room, giving it a much darker feel. But the ceiling wasn't finished. Ian was handed a pot of glow-in-the-dark paint.

“There you go, son. Now you can put all your studying to good use and recreate the night sky for you to gaze on from your bed.”

His father was so pleased with his idea. Ian didn't want to disappoint him by pointing out that the positions of the planets and stars changed constantly. He could never recreate an accurate picture.

Ian stored the paint carefully under his desk while he set to studying all his different charts. He had decided to pick his favourite and recreate that. It wasn't an easy decision though. Ian took his time and finally opted to create the night sky of his birthday.

Once he'd made his decision he set to work almost immediately. It was time-consuming work trying to get an accurate depiction and Ian was determined to get it right. Several weeks after he began, Ian stood back to survey the results. The following evening he put the final touches to his ceiling before deciding that he would not be able to improve on what he'd done.

His astronomy ceiling was finally complete.

That night he looked up at his ceiling and was surprised at how bright and glowing the paint was. His father was right. If you could disregard the inaccuracies it was very effective. The dark blue paint set it off better than black would have done.

It wasn't for several weeks that something strange started to happen. Ian thought it was his imagination when two circles that hadn't been there before suddenly appeared on his ceiling. Ian was sure that he had not painted them. It was even more perplexing when the following morning they had vanished.

Ian soon forgot about that incident, writing it off as nothing more than a trick of his sleepy brain. When four new circles appeared five days later, it was a different matter.  Surely he could not be imagining so many in one go!

Again, the following morning, there was no sign of those ever having been there. Ian climbed on to a chair and inspected the ceiling in the positions that he was sure the marks had appeared in but there was nothing, not even a scratch. No remnants of paint, rub marks of removal, nothing to show that it hadn't all been in his mind.

Ian found himself unable to concentrate in school. Even his favourite science subjects couldn't keep his mind from dwelling on those mysterious circles that just seemed to appear and disappear at will.

Perhaps there was something wrong with his sight, but then why would it have only have been on those two nights. He tried shutting one eye and then the other. No funny shapes or lights appeared. Of course he could just be going insane but he didn't think so. Apart from the worry over these strange glowing objects, Ian had to admit that he felt fine.

He found himself spending more and more time staring at his ceiling, just waiting for some change to appear while he was watching. Nothing happened apart from Ian becoming increasingly tired. He became irritable from lack of sleep, frustrated that he had been unable to solve the mystery, and generally fed up.

Ian gave up staring at his ceiling. When he tried to go to sleep he stared at the wall instead. The planets and the stars he had been so keen on just a short time ago no longer held an appeal.

“Is everything all right at school, Ian?” his mother asked.

“What's the problem, son?” his dad wanted to know.

Ian found himself unable to confide in either of them. Who was going to believe that things had just appeared on his ceiling then vanished again. No one, that was who! Ian didn't even really believe it himself.

When twenty seperate lights suddenly appeared, Ian decided he would call his parents in. He needed someone other than himself to see what exactly was going on. He went to get up but found he could not move. He went to call out but his voice no longer worked. He tried to shout but found that he could not make a sound.

The lights slowly began to revolve, turning in slow circles but gradually becoming faster in their rotation. They began to pulsate, dimming and brightening in ever faster sequences. Ian tried to look away. He tried to close his eyes. He found that he had absolutely no control over himself at all.

Scary as that was, Ian became even more terrified when he was lifted from his bed only to find himself being spun around and passed between the circles. Faster and faster he was tossed around until the dizziness caused him to black out.

When Ian did not get up for breakfast his mother went to his room to wake him. He was not there. Nothing looked out of place, none of his possessions were gone. It was as though he had just vanished into thin air along with the circles that no one else knew had ever existed.


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