Greg woke to a touch on his shoulder, a voice in his ear.
“Something’s scratching at the window.”
Gentle illumination bloomed, responding to his movement. The clock showed his two hours’ sleep.
“Elliot,” he groaned. “No.”
“Please, Greg. Something’s outside, trying to get in.”
Greg hauled himself up, his brain dragging, still catching up on two weeks of long shifts and short sleeps. He went to the porthole, stared out into deep space, saw only the silent shine of distant stars.
“Nothing, always nothing.”
Reflections shifted in the porthole. Greg turned, but the bed, the room, was empty, always empty.
Author bio: John Xero thinks all stories are the ghosts of things that have gone before; it’s the author’s job and skill to breathe new life into these echoes of old tales.
Old stories: xeroverse.com (and maybe some new stories, one day...)
Disembodied voices: twitter.com/xeroverse
Outside is part of 101 Fiction issue 21.