Contour - Good Vampire

After an unnerving experience, I checked my phone. I still could not unlock it, but it still functions as a clock. Three-forty-two AM.

So, I can float, lift things, and sometimes doesn't show up in the mirror. And I just phased through the window.

Am I a ghost? Did I- no way, if that's true, there would be a body. Plus, it made no sense that I have a shape of a candle. I used the word candle today more than the rest of my life. I don't think of candles that often, and my phone background is also not candle.

I stared at the photo of antagonist devil. The show he was in ended this March. Why the good thing must end.

Well did you do this to me? I asked to fictional devil. Not expecting any answer.

The point is, I am not candle person. I'm a human person, or cat person, whatever. But as my dad says, I was not up for the responsibility to rise a living being by myself. Considering how my birthday cactus go, he is right, like always. How awesome my dad is.

I was surprised how long my thought can go without actually using my phone, but seriously, there was nothing I can do with it for now.

I stored my phone back to my flame, and looked around. Streetlamps are lighting the road eerily dim, and my fire does not do any help. But I knew what to do.

I went into a… Ghost mode again. The sense of… nothingness overwhelmed my body. Aside from me becoming intangible, I also could see the world without any light. Or sense the surrounding? I didn't notice in my room, but I could not make out the silhouette of faraway mountain that should be visible even in this darkness. Everything looked off-colored, but at least I knew where I am going. Maybe this could be the visualization of my sense of smell. Because when I focus on something like this, I could smell many things. An electric pole looked like a metallic scent. The asphalt looked sour. There was sweet aroma flowing out of every houses, like they just cooked something ready to be consumed. Oh, and I could see the peoples in white dots.

But first things first, I needed to find a place to sleep, switch myself off. I was very awake, but not eager to stay that way for next 3 hours without doing anything.

I levitated myself on top of my neighbor's roof. I wondered how far I can go up, but that's something I won't be able to figure out by my intention. I went to the center of the rooftop, where no one can see from the ground. I was about to lay myself, but stopped as it made me fill really vulnerable. Standing still like a real candle was comfy enough. I closed my eyes, but found out that I still can see the surrounding. Because this magical inner eye thing is using my sense of taste or something, obviously. I tried to not care around me, and to not think anything.

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Itchiness above my head shove me off my rest.

The town was also waking up. Street sweeper truck was crawling, spreading water underneath. Street cleaners with their own truck was also emptying trash bins. I slid back to the rooftop I'd just slept and checked the phone. Twenty past six in the morning.

What should I do for today? I couldn't go to school like this, at least not today. And when there was no school, like weekends, I would play video games. Recently I bought an indie game called… No, what did ancient people do when they are out of work to do? Uh, NES? At least I have a phone with full of idle games. I could watch the numbers go up all day.

There was surprisingly lack of adventure, even if I just experienced—and experiencing the most bizarre. Or maybe there was no adventure because I am not doing that. I was still sitting on the roof, where no one can't spot, waiting for something to happen or to not happen.

And, I am still holding my phone which can't do absolutely anything.

Just how much feel lonely without a phone in sight. I reluctantly put the phone away.

Okay, let's do the adventure. There are people out there. Show yourself, adorable candle monster. Once I began thinking myself cute I cannot stop treating me as not. Moreover, I started to like it. I thought this is because I gave up Santa too early. Lost my childhood before I could use my used-to-have childish cuteness or something?

I flopped myself to the ground. The truck has passed away, but the cleaner was still doing their job.

I stood still near the fence.

Soon, one of the workers found me and pointed at me. I did not like being pointed out, but held myself.

Okay, brace yourself for the adventure.

He gently lifted me and threw on top of pile of trash like a basketball (after failed attempts of putting out of my fire—he concluded it to be the part of the doll).

I was too frozen to protest thanks to how he just called me a doll.

The truck shook violently as it passed the speed bump. I also thrown upward and stumbled. At least that helped me shake out of pause.

This is, technically an adventure, as I never expected myself to ride a trash truck, more so as a position of trash. But not the best adventure I can have.

The smell of the wood hit me hard, very hard. If you somehow made a juice out of the firewood and splash it to your face, would it describe how I felt? At least I couldn't smell the garbage as it is.

The truck drove into between offices. The skyline near me rose dramatically.

I really needed to escape here before I see the landfill for the first in my life, too.

But before, is there a perfectly clean piece of the food I can use to interact with my phone? No. Too bad.

At this point I was beginning to think if I should steal a… orange. Not S-word, stop thinking about it.

The truck took a sharp turn.

I can think all I want out of this moving mess. The flame danced as I thought, tickling me lightly. Can I jump out? Won't I just… get squashed? And stop, it tickles!

I shook my head rather violently, and looked at the back of the truck. Jumping off the car in the opposite direction hurts you the least, as far as I know. There is quality amount of examples in the films. I held the back plate of the truck, and phased through.

I stumbled over the road, but there was no pain. Not even a sense of touch. It was like, I knew the ground is pressing me, but could not feel that way. Being Ghost mode weirded me out way too much. I quickly reverted myself, after I got to the sidewalk.

The wick on top of me itched. I never felt this before today, but I knew that I was getting hungry. The fire flickered, expressing the need for sweet.

However, what do I eat?