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Milo was a ghost, a fact he was quite proud of. He could float through walls, make things rattle, and was a master of the spooky "wooooooo" sound. But Milo had a secret. He was absolutely terrified of the dark. Not a little bit scared. A lot. Which was a bit of a problem for a ghost, who by nature of the profession, was nocturnal.

One night, while on a grand tour of the old library, Milo became so engrossed in a particularly dusty book about haunted houses that he didn't notice the sun had set. The library, which during the day was filled with the soft light of large windows, was now a cavern of deep, inky black.

"Oh dear," Milo whispered to himself, his voice a faint wisp of a sound. "It's dreadfully dark."

He tried to float out, but he bumped into a bookshelf. He tried to "wooooooo" for help, but it came out as a pathetic squeak. He was lost in the library, and it was a very, very big library. Every creak of the floorboards, every rustle of a page in the wind, made him jump.

He decided to find something to make light. He floated from shelf to shelf, looking for a flashlight. He tried to light a candle with a ghostly wisp of magic, but he only managed to set a stack of books on a shelf on fire, and he quickly put it out with a whoosh of his ghostly self.

Suddenly, he heard a sound. A quiet sound. A series of soft, rhythmic clicks. He floated toward the sound, a little afraid, but more curious. The sound led him to a corner of the library, where a small, glowing green beetle was clicking its legs together, creating a tiny, glowing beacon of light.

Milo watched the beetle, mesmerized. It wasn't a spooky sound. It was just a little click-click-click. And the light it made was enough to make out the shape of the books around him. He felt a little less scared. He followed the beetle, which seemed to be going in a clear direction.

The beetle clicked and glowed, leading Milo through the maze of shelves, until he saw a rectangle of faint moonlight. The beetle had led him to the window!

"Thank you, little beetle," Milo said, his voice a little more confident this time.

The beetle gave a final click and flew away. Milo floated out into the night, no longer afraid. He had found a friend in the dark, and a new appreciation for even the smallest of lights.