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Illustration by KKC Bauder NIGHT LIGHT
BY GAGE
Illustration by
KKC Bauder


An unperturbed, invincible part of the human mind - the impregnable, impenetrable, inescapable, undisturbed, trance, or rather state or place of the brain - is focused solely on the objective. The part of the brain that makes you concentrate on what your aiming, thriving for. It cannot be lost or gained or known or seen. It is a magic wonder and it is called ‘The Light of the Mind.’

It is only accessed at night, when the moon is out, and it sends some… message or transmission to the human mind. The moon sends some feeling to your brain that activates ‘The Light of the Mind.’ The sun does not hold these… waves. It is like when you watch a horror movie. Everything is scarier at night. If a monster pops out at daylight, it is less frightening than at night.

This is because of ‘The Light of the Mind.’ The moon sends waves to the Light, therefore activating it, and alerting you to anything terrifying. You hold onto one single thought when something scary shows up at night, because you cannot think logically: ESCAPE.

I am one of the very few scientists that know the existence of ‘The Light,’ but there are a handful of others. I will tell you the story of one, who had an amazing adventure with it and she is only twelve, a child genius. But first, I must demonstrate the feeling by explaining it:

You are sitting in your room, resting on your bed. The clock flashes 1:17 A.M. over and over again. Do you hear a scratch? No, it was the tree scraping your window. You shut your eyes. Another scratch. It was not a tree. You stare around in the darkness.

The moon sends the waves into your skull, entering ‘The Light,’ and you are suddenly frightened. You know the Light transformation has occurred, or, as some say, Night Light and you are warned. You flick on the Light, deflector, or, as the little ones say, Night Light.

Oh, yes. Night Lights do ease and soothe your fear. It deflects the moon waves from your brain, hence curing the child of innermost terror. You flick it on, but it flickers and burns out... then your window busts open and a man with a knife approaches you. You are a girl genius and you know your senses are about to go wild from shock and ‘The Light.’

You try to stay calm, but your subconscious screams in horrid terror. Your last sight is the man approaching you and then, you fear the presence of death. The world leaks like an oil painting into tendrils of water and you see nothing from your blank eyes.

Now I can tell you this story, now that you know the exact detail of the fear little Jodi had to endure.

Jodi was snuggled in her bed at exactly 2:24 A.M. and she was happy. Her night light was on and she could prevent ‘The Light’ transformation. She knew it well.

As she nestled in her sheets, the night light burned out. She panicked. Already ‘The Light’ was forming in her brain.

She tried to banish it, but ‘The Light’ stayed. She would not sleep well. Was something at the front door? No. She was just imagining it….

She heard a knock at the door. A loud knock that resounded through the house. The person knocking obviously had enormous hands.

Jodi tried to comfort herself. She would simply repeat questions and answers (she loved science).

Isaac’s first law: For every action, there is an equal and opposite reaction. Or was that the third? Or second? What WAS Isaac’s second law? The cursed ‘Light’ was toying with her rational thought.

She buried her head under the covers. Three more loud knocks or taps. It sounded like something like a… knife was being tapped on the door. No. Couldn't be. Was it an enemy? Or simply kin coming to visit? She had to consider both options. No perfect student jumped to an uneducated hypothesis.

She heard her mother moan.

"Walter, get the door."

Her father wandered down the hall sleepily and she heard the door trying to open.

"Stupid door," she heard father mumble.

The bolt slid out of place.

"Who are you?" father asked.

She heard breaking glass.

‘The Light’ (Light transformation) drove her mind into madness. She became frustrated. How can a girl genius not control her senses?

Her father screamed. He rushed into the parent's bedroom and came back with a large pistol. Now, Jodi was not concerned about ‘The Light.’ She was going to help her father. She hurried into the doorway and witnessed her father focusing the barrel of the gun on a man with a knife.

The man lunged and Jodi saw the knife graze her father's arm, forming a small cut. Her father fired and shouted, "Jodi, get out of here! You don't need to see this."

Jodi saw the bullet enter the man's chest. For a split-second, she was one with the man, knew what he was thinking. He was noticing he was dying, feeling the sudden chill of cold death. He recognized that the bloody knife had dropped from his hand and he knew he was not going to survive.

With utter shock, he saw his legs fold beneath him and he noticed his wounded chest. He suddenly realized he was on the ground, and then, he realized and noticed and recognized nothing… saw nothing… and knew no more.

Jodi had been forced to go to sleep as the police carried the man away. Just then, as she lay in bed, she saw her night light flicker back on.

"Don't need you anymore," she said, because the Light had been banished from her cranium.

She knew for many nights afterward, she would have restless, difficult slumbers, and it would not be from ‘The Light.’

* * *

This story is not titled ‘Night Light’ for her Light Deflector, but because of the Light Transformation, or ‘The Light of the Mind’ which is the process in which the Light comes from the moon into your mind

- Scientist who wrote this biography.

P.S. The father, Walter, was tried the next morning. He was not charged with any felony.

The night light Jodi owned was given to one of her neighbors who complained she was scared at night. It was on their porch with a note:

I am having sleepless nights even with this. I am awake all night with it shining. I am awake because of the killing I witnessed. It does not help. You, however, might sleep better with this possession. It is now yours.

I will never sleep again.

- Girl Genius

The End


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Gage About the Author: Gage

Gage is a talented 15-year-old author from Florida who began writing for Phoophie Tales at the age of 12. In his free time, he enjoys acting, video games, reading and writing stories. What inspires Gage is reading other great horror stories and wanting to make his own to inspire others.



about the illustrator, kkc bauder

About the Artist:

KKC is a second generation artist from Texas. She was raised on abstract expressionism and loves playing with line, color and motion to create free-form paintings that can be interpretated in many different ways. Her work is inspired by Music and Literature. You can visit her art shop at: Cool Unique Original Art | apparel & gifts



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