I have always believed that ordinary nights are harmless. They carry their quiet routines, their familiar shadows, their predictable loneliness. But the night I became invisible—truly, literally invisible—was anything but ordinary. It was the night everything I understood about myself, about the world, and about what it means to be seen… changed forever.1. A Night of No Importance—or so I thought**It began on a Thursday. A perfectly dull, unremarkable Thursday.I returned home from the university library just after eleven, exhausted from a day of pretending to be someone confident, clever and composed. Truthfully, I was none of those things.My flat was silent, as it always was. My flatmate, Chloe, was away on a weekend trip to Edinburgh, leaving behind a sink of mugs and a faint scent of lavender perfume.I brewed a cup of tea, switched on the lamp beside the sofa, and let exhaustion settle over me like a heavy blanket.Nothing unusual.Nothing magical.Nothing dangerous.If only I knew what was coming.2. The FlickerI had just picked up my mug when the lights began to flicker.Once.Twice.Then violently.I frowned. London flats are old, but not that old.The lamp gave a sudden sharp crack and went out completely.“Brilliant,” I muttered, setting my mug down.I reached for my phone to turn on the torch. But as the screen lit up, something strange happened.My hand—My fingers—My skin—They shimmered.Not with light, but with a strange transparency. As if my hand were becoming glass. As if my skin were dissolving.“W–what on earth…” I whispered.I blinked hard.Rubbed my eyes.But the shimmering grew stronger.I held my breath and lifted my hand in front of my face.I could see through it.Not slightly.Not vaguely.Completely.The sofa behind my hand was perfectly visible, as though my fingers were nothing more than air.My pulse thundered.I staggered back, nearly tripping over the coffee table.“This—this isn’t real. I’m tired. I’m hallucinating.”But when I reached for the table to steady myself, my palm passed straight through it.Straight.Through.It.The mug I’d been drinking from floated for a moment where my hand had brushed it before gravity took over and it crashed onto the carpet.I stared at the shards.Then I stared at my arms— now both fading, dissolving, vanishing.“No,” I whispered. “No, no, no—what’s happening to me?”But the answer came in silence.And in the darkness, I disappeared completely.**3. Not Dead(Thankfully)**I don’t know how long I stayed frozen. Minutes? Hours? Time felt irrelevant when your limbs no longer follow the rules of existence.I could still breathe.Still move.Still think.But I could not see myself.My clothes, thankfully, remained visible—though that fact raised its own questions I wasn’t mentally prepared for.Slowly, cautiously, I stood up.My steps were soundless.I approached the mirror by the hallway.And found… nothing.No reflection.No shadow.No sign I existed at all.A cold panic climbed my spine.I clutched the edge of the mirror, needing to feel something real.My invisible fingers pressed into the wood. I felt it. But the world did not seem to feel me back.“What am I supposed to do?” I whispered.The flat answered with silence.But then—A knock at the door.I froze.“Hello?” A familiar voice called. “Are you awake?”It was Adam.My neighbour.The only person who still asked how my day had been. The only one who noticed when I looked tired. The only one whose smile made something warm flicker in my chest.He knocked again.“I saw your lights flickering. Thought you might need help.”My heart twisted painfully.He couldn’t see me now.He couldn’t know what had happened.I stepped towards the door, instinctively reaching for the handle—and watched my invisible fingers slide through the metal.I couldn’t even open it.“Are you okay in there?” Adam called again, concern deepening.I pressed my forehead against the wood, wishing—desperately wishing—I could be normal. That I could be seen.But I was a ghost.Not dead.Just… unseen.“Please,” I whispered, knowing he couldn’t hear me. “Don’t go.”There was a long pause.Then footsteps.Slow. Reluctant.Fading down the corridor.I sank to my knees.4. The DiscoveryIt took me hours to calm enough to think logically. Hours of pacing, panicking, and trying to touch things I could no longer move.And then—a strange idea.If I had become invisible… maybe there was a reason.A cause.A trigger.My mind replayed the moments before it happened.The flickering light.The strange crack from the lamp.The moment my phone illuminated my skin.I picked up the phone again—careful to use my sleeve to avoid passing through it—and looked at the screen.A notification blinked.One I hadn’t seen before.“Unknown Signal Detected. System Distortion Warning.