RED LIGHT

CHAPTER 2:The Ghost Who Knew Everything

Gordes, France – 7 days after Liam’s death.

Emma now was fully broken damaged and it seems like is lost her interest in life ......Like something was not good at all everybody started acting like she is a criminal or something no cared about her neither she called everyone

It seemed like everything is now a nightmare but in reality. At 3:06 a.m she wasn’t crying anymore.

That was the scary part.

She just… existed.

Lying on her dorm room floor like a dropped piece of clothing, eyes staring at the ceiling like maybe it had answers.

Why… why did he die, and I’m still here?"

She screams out of anxiety and depression like something was attached to her that she doesn't even want...

Her voice sounded like it wasn’t even hers.

She reached for the drawer.

The same one she promised herself she’d never open again.

Inside?

Pills.

Something blue. Something white.

She didn’t even know their names.

She was actually killing herself by taking drugs because everyone near her felt like her own enemy her mom called her prostitute... She was totally broken dwon in tears.. and startes to hate herself.. by taking drugs..She knew she will die .

But she took them anyway.

One. Then two.

Washed down with cheap wine and bad thoughts.

For hours, she just stared at the wall.

Then her head began to spin — not like a ride, but like her brain was floating inside her skull.

She felt heavy.

And light.

At the same time.

I’m fine,” she whispered to herself.

“I’m just tired. Just… tired.”

Then she heard a creak.

Not from the door.

From the corner of the room.

Emma blinked. Slowly. Carefully.

And then she saw her.

Herself.

But naked. Pale. Silent.

Sitting in the corner, knees pulled to her chest.

Emma’s lips parted.

She saw that it was her but in a different place and different person and a completely different face but she saw that she was naked like she was about to commit a******y and she was nake spreading her legs wide and there he was a man not older than 20 yo was about to show her what it feels like she saw the man approached her in bed and the man started to open his clothes one by one when he opens his boxers his "private part" or his d**k was out that d**k was almost about 8 inches she saw the man was having s*x with her like crazy and the man first started to kiss her in the forehead and started to open her bra and the that man was built like some super model handsome good looking and also a p*****t or a "Animal in bed" she was sitting there and seeing herself to get f****d by a man who looks wealthy brat and then she saws that the man opens her panty and starts to give her fingering and by only seeing this she started to feel seduced then she saw that the man f****d her everywhere from the kitchen to the bedroom form the dining table to the sofa and the house was looking like a whole manson...After she saw everything she screamed.

No… no, no, no. That’s not… you’re not real.”

The naked version of her didn’t move.

Didn’t scream.

She opened her arms instead — and the man dropped his coat to the floor.

STOP!

Emma screamed...

But no one heard.

She blinked — and the image was gone.

Emma gasped like she’d been underwater for too long.

She was back on her bed.

“What… the f*ck…”

she whispered.

She stood up, dizzy, like the floor wasn’t real.

She dragged herself to the sink.

Her reflection looked exhausted — like she hadn’t slept in days.

Because she hadn’t.

B

ut then—

Behind her reflection…

Four people.

Standing.

Watching.

Their faces? Blurred.

Just shadows with shape.

Emma turned fast — nothing there.

She looked back at the mirror — they were gone.

No, no, no, no, no, I’m not crazy. I’m NOT f*****g crazy.”

That night, around 2:37 AM, she walked to the balcony again.

The red light by the iron gate still flickered.

But this time...

No man.

Only a dog.

That same golden retriever from Jacob’s Tinder photo.

Just standing.

Still. Silent. Staring.

Emma squinted.

Wait... is that—? No. No way...”

It didn’t move.

Its fur shimmered faintly under the streetlight. But its eyes...

Not normal.

They looked… fake.

Like glass.

No warmth. No curiosity.

Just cold, perfect circles.

That can’t be the same dog,” she whispered.

She stepped closer to the railing.

The dog tilted its head.

But it tilted too slow.

Like its neck wasn’t made of bones — like it didn’t know how dogs were supposed to move.

And then it opened its mouth.

Not to bark.

To speak.

But what came out wasn't words.

It was a horrible sound —

Like skin tearing, glass breaking, and someone choking all at once.

Emma stumbled back.

Her hand clutched her chest like her heart was going to burst out.

That can’t be the same dog,” she whispered.

She stepped closer to the railing.

The dog tilted its head.

But it tilted too slow.

Like its neck wasn’t made of bones — like it didn’t know how dogs were supposed to move.

And then it opened its mouth.

Not to bark.

To speak.

But what came out wasn't words.

It was a horrible sound —

Like skin tearing, glass breaking, and someone choking all at once.

Emma stumbled back.

Her hand clutched her chest like her heart was going to burst out.

What the F*CK WAS THAT?!

She slammed the balcony door.

The dog didn’t move.

It just stood there…

waiting.

Like it remembered her.

She sat on the floor again, knees pulled to her chest, shaking.

Er body felt liek a battlefield and her soul felt like a wounded soldier who is now goona leave tha war..

“I’m losing it,”

She said out loud.

“I’m actually going crazy…”

Her voice cracked.

Her fingers trembled as they pulled at her hair, trying to snap her back into reality. She was now fully scratched broken betrayed and haunted!!! By someone she never knew existed

"😭Who are you jacob why are you doing this those emails the texts and now you are haunting me why?? You ruined my f*****g damn life u f****d me like a r****t mentally and try to do the worst things to me ? You killed liam my live my boyfriend and you think you still doing it in love!?Jocob i don't know who are you but i swear if you are dead person you surely deserve hell!!???"

After all of these she started crying there nake alone her brest was like a battlefield and hairs covering he back and ass her full body is trembling and all od these she said...

"You’re not real, Jacob…

Lyon not dead…

I’m just… I’m just tired, right?”

Then—

Tap. Tap. Tap.

At her window.

The third-floor window.

Her eyes shot to the glass.

Her voice died in her throat.

She didn’t move.

Didn’t blink.

Didn’t breathe.

Because if she looked…

And if that dog was outside her window....

At that same night..

G

ordes, France – Same Night 3:01 AM

Emma sat on the cold floor, soaked in sweat and fear.

Her knees hugged her chest, hair dripping down like she had just stepped out of hell.

Her breath slowed.

Her chest still hurt.

Her eyes? Burned. But dry.

She cried out loud and said!

I don’t want to die…”

“I don’t want to lose my mind either.”

Slowly, shaking, she stood up and pulled a hoodie over her thin tank top. The room was freezing, or maybe it was just her bones. She wore some shorts, tied her hair up, and wiped her face roughly.

Then—

She walked to the window again.

Her heart said “don’t”,

But her curiosity whispered “what if…”

She opened it.

The wind hit her face.

Cold. But not cruel.

Down below—there he was.

A man.

Not the dog. Not a blur.

A full-grown man, leaning beside the iron gate.

Smoking.

Watching.

Watching her.

Not waving. Not hiding.

Just there.

Emma blinked hard. Was she hallucinating again?

But no—he was still there.

Her eyes narrowed.

Not the dog. Not a blur.

A full-grown man, leaning beside the iron gate.

Smoking.

Watching.

Watching her.

Not waving. Not hiding.

Just there.

Emma blinked hard. Was she hallucinating again?

But no—he was still there.

Her eyes narrowed.

“Is he… watching me? What he is watching am women in bra my boobs!?Does he want me to makeout with him!?? What even—what the hell does he want?”

“Wait… is he watching… my body?”

“Pervert... what does he think I am? A show? A woman in a bikini under moonlight?”

She stepped back and muttered under her breath.

"Sure he likes the view. Creepy guy probably thinks he’s being romantic.”

But even as she said it, her voice trembled.

Because deep down, something didn’t feel threatening about him.

It felt… soft. Familiar.

Emma shut the window quickly and turned around—

And there it was.

A shadow behind her.

A man’s shape.

Not close. Not aggressive.

Just standing… in the reflection of her mirror.

Like he had been there the whole time.

Her heart stopped—but something inside didn’t scream.

Because this shadow wasn’t like the faceless man from before.

This one…

It felt like it was protecting her.

Like it didn’t want her to break.

She turned fast—no one was there.

But her phone buzzed.

An email notification.

From the same address.

jacob_1980@rosewatch.net

She didn’t hesitate this time.

She opened it.

📧 Subject: “Please don’t hurt yourself”

Hey my love,❤️

I saw you tonight. I know what you were about to do.

Don’t.

Please.

I’m not here to steal you from the world.

I’m here to love you.

You don’t need to fight this alone anymore.

I’ll protect you—at any cost.

I don’t want you to hurt yourself again.

I don’t care what they think of me.

I don’t care if I’m dead, cursed, forgotten.

You matter more than the world itself.

I see your pain. I feel it.

But I also see the fire inside you.

And that fire… it's the same one I fell in love with.

So if you ever feel like breaking,

Just whisper my name.

I’ll be there.

Yours —

J 💋

Emma’s hand covered her mouth.

Tears fell. Soft. Silent.

Not because she was scared this time.

Because for the first time in weeks…

She felt like someone actually saw her.

She glanced at the drawer.

The pills were gone.

Clean.

As if… they never existed.

Emma didn’t question it.

She walked to her bed.

And whispered into the darkness—

"Jacob… if you’re real…

Please don’t leave me again.”

She curled under her blanket, heart still pounding,

But this time...

She didn’t cry herself to sleep.

She just listened to the silence…

And felt watched.

But not by death.

By love.

Even if it came from the shadows.

At that morning emma ones a girl like flower now woke up late wearing nothing but a bra lighter then her hearts weight and nothing

Her head hurt, her body felt heavy, and everything around her just looked...off. Like the room was too quiet.

She sat up slowly, still wearing the same bikini top from last night, hair messy, eyes tired.

She grabbed an old hoodie from the chair and threw it on. It still smelled like laundry detergent, which made her feel a little better — for a second.

Her phone buzzed.

She didn’t even care at first. Probably a promo or some spam. But then...

1 New Email.

From:jacob_1980@rosewatch.net

Subject:YOU ARE MINE🎀😭

I know you’re mad at me.

You probably hate me now.

But I need to tell you something real.

No games.

Liam was never supposed to be in your life.

I’m not saying this to hurt you. I’m saying it because you need to know the truth.

He was hiding something. A big thing.

He was involved in something you don’t even want to imagine — trafficking.

People. Real ones.

He used his smile to cover up what he did.

You loved someone who didn’t even exist, not really.

And I couldn’t let it go on.

I didn’t take him from you because I was jealous.

I did it because he was dangerous.

I’m not asking you to forgive me.

Just... please don’t hurt yourself over someone like that.

You’re worth more than what he made you feel.

I’ll always protect you, even if you never speak to me again.

–J💋

Emma read the email three times.

Her hand was shaking.

She didn’t cry this time.

She just felt...weird.

Like everything she thought she knew broke in one second.

Without thinking, she got up and left the house.

Didn’t even wear shoes.

Just walked.

All the way to the cliff where she and Liam used to go sometimes.

It was quiet there.

Too quiet.

She stood close to the edge, arms crossed, the wind pushing her hair back.

“Was everything a lie?”

“Was I just stupid the whole time?”

She sat down on the ground, pulling her knees in, staring down.

It didn’t even look scary anymore. Just empty.

She wanted to scream.

But she didn’t.

She just sat there for a while.

Then she opened her phone again.

The email was still there.

She stared at Jacob’s words.

And for the first time in days...

She didn't feel completely alone

Emma didn’t eat.

Didn’t move.

Didn’t blink for minutes. Just sat there.

The silence in the room was so loud it felt alive.

She was still wearing that oversized hoodie — the one Liam used to tease her for.

Underneath, nothing but the bikini she hadn’t even realized she still had on.

She didn’t care anymore. Nothing mattered.

Then her phone buzzed.

A single vibration. No name. No preview.

Just: 1 new mail.

Same sender. Jacob.

Emma stared at it. Her thumb hovered.

And then… she opened it.

Her stomach flipped.

Her phone slipped from her hand and hit the floor with a small thunk.

Her breath caught in her chest.

“No. No… no no no no no…”

She scrambled to pick the phone back up.

Her screen was still lit. The mail still open.

She screenshotted it — shaky fingers tapping fast.

“I’ll show them,” she mumbled.

“I’ll show all of them. They said I was crazy, but they’ll see—”

She ran to her photo gallery.

Nothing.

No screenshot. No mail. Just... gone.

Gone.

To be continued..........