The Blue LED - Original story

Wrote this a couple weeks ago, strongly inspired by Lovecraft's writings.

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The Blue LED
It was 1:24 when I finally looked at the clock, It must have been around 1 when it, well, when I noticed it.

The only light on in the room was the blue LED on my electric toothbrush in it's charging station. I had made sure that night to block out the windows because I needed the sleep.
How do I start this? Across from the bathroom sink, there is a closet with two full length mirrors as doors. the LED was shining directly into the mirrors. I needed a glass of water so I started to get out of bed. I could see fine in the blue light. I'm not sure whether I even considered turning on the desk lamp.

I saw something moving. The first impression it made was of a large mass of oversize soap bubbles. I sat there looking at it in a daze. Remember, reader, I had just woken up.
The thing was floating in the air about the size and height of where a man's stomach would be if he were standing there, but it was only on the mirror side, about two feet in!
I blinked, I shook my head, I thought at myself 'wake up'. As a lucid dreamer I can wake myself out of a bad dream. Sure enough, I was already awake.

It was still there, in the mirror.

The realization that something was in my room, and that it was real, finally shocked me fully awake. I slowly stood up and moved towards it. Not knowing what to do, I considered getting my pistol, or grabbing my Katana, but I didn't dare take my eyes off of the apparition for fear of not seeing it there when I looked again. Besides, I had always told myself I would be nice to a ghost if I ever met one.

This wasn't a ghost.

It really was some kind of mass of bubbles, each one anywhere from one to five inches across. They moved around with what seemed like independence, but also with a sickening kind of cooperation. I had a brief thought that, at the cellular level, I was like this grotesque thing in that way.

In the blue light it was difficult to distinguish color, but some of the orbs were darker and some lighter, and some few were translucent and shone through like spheres of night sky.

Next is when I came closest to a heart attack. It must have finally perceived me in the room with it because it violently spasmed and some of the larger bubbles turned, or rather stretched, into sharp tentacles lunging towards me. I couldn't say whether it was offensive or defensive, but it seemed more like a reflex than an attack with thought behind it. The longer tentacles came right through the mirror into the room!

I jumped backwards, but I'm sure that wasn't what saved me, they moved too fast for that. The murderous appendages stopped right at the edge of where the blue LED was cut off from direct sight by the bathroom divider wall.

The strange living nightmare stayed there writhing and grasping hatefully at me. In fear and indecision I watched for a second or two as the 'bubbles' seemed to morph into whatever ghastly shapes each one desired to. There seemed to be no order to the thing, except that the smaller orbs formed things like eyeballs and primitive noses, while the larger ones pressed themselves into talons, spikes, fingers, teeth and claws.

The monster was now oozing through the mirror into the room. In horror I watched as different sized globs morphed into likenesses of my own face, but without holes for the mouth, nose, or eyes: as if each piece could become only one thing, or part, at a time.

I laid back and reached over the other side of the bed for the Katana, keeping my eyes on the ghastly abomination the entire time. With the other hand I turned the nightstand lamp on. The latter part was done without thought as the lamp is always in the same place, and I turn it on frequently with no light to see by.

It was almost fully in the room at this point, and seemed to be growing more solid.

The instant the lamp came on though, the fiendish mass let out a terrible bubbling shriek and fled back into the mirror without turning around. The 'cells' facing me seemed to flatten into reptilian scales as it left. The remaining eyes registered a look of pain as it navigated itself out of the mirror image of my room, down the hallway, and out of my sight.

I half laid, half sat on my bed with the Katana finally drawn in the one hand, and the lamp in the other. Which one was more useful was obvious. I dropped the weapon and took up a towel from the floor. Still holding the lamp towards the mirror, I walked over and threw the towel over the toothbrush, which I then unplugged.

Nothing else happened that night, I left the nightstand lamp on and sat by it until morning.
Those hours that I sat there awake I came to understand what brought it through. It was the blue LED.

The desk lamp was a cheapie, from Big Lots or Marshalls, the box said it was close to natural sunlight.

The next day, I went through the house and used a nail to gouge the blue LED's out of all of my electronic devices.

The toothbrush still works fine.