I live in a beautiful area. One of those communities where you can leave your car unlocked, wallet on the seat, no worries of crime. The worst things that happen are vandalism from bored kids; I wouldn't trade washing eggs off a garage door, for a broken car window anyday. Point being, I leave my door unlocked just out of habit. Never learned a lesson, never felt it a necessity, all my neighbors are friends, and sometimes my girlfriend comes to sleepover and it makes it easy for her to slip in without making noise. A week ago my beautiful area became much darker. I lock my car twice now, sometimes walking back not trusting the fob. Pulling the handle to make sure it won't budge. I had a deadbolt installed on my door, I unpacked my freaking night light from my childhood and plugged it in my room. When it happened It felt like summer here in Oregon. It was t-shirt weather through the night. For once my heater was off and my windows were open. I had class the next day so I kept my Netflix addiction to just one show while I brushed my teeth, put away some laundry and got ready for bed. I like to set my clothes out on the end of my bed so it's just another thing my half asleep self won't have to stress over when I wake up in the morning. When I finally crawled into bed I just could not fall asleep. I couldn't get comfortable, I found myself mindlessly looking through Instagram, slamming my phone down determined to pass out, only to pick it back up to check through my school email. I was tired. I could feel the weight of my eye lids, but I just could not fall asleep for the life of me. I finally got out of bed, and walked out to my kitchen, i never leave lights on (living on a college budget). As I opened the refrigerator the light that spilled out led out to my front door. Which looked to be ever so slightly open. I grabbed the milk out of the fridge, threw it on the counter and kicked the fridge closed. I heard it smack closed and saw that the front door was now wide open. With the slightest flicker of light from the street light coming in. I flipped on the kitchen light and walked over to shut the door. I figured I must have left it ajar and the wind had pushed it open; After I'd poured myself a glass of milk, I shut off the light and was putting the milk away when something caught my eye... the light from the refrigerator was spilling out towards the front door, it was closed now, but something stood out from the wall, among my coats. legs extending down beyond the coats. I could feel fight or flight boiling in my body, but part of me was telling me to relax. A trick of the eye I told myself. So I kept staring, crouched in front of the open refrigerator hand on the milk as if it were some kind of weapon. Nothing moved.
"hello?"
Nothing. I set the milk on the door and stood up keeping the door of the fridge between me and the hanging coats.
"Hello?"
You could hear the crack in my voice. I reached across the counter and flipped the lights on. Nothing was there, the coats hung there as they always had. No mysterious legs, no axe murderer. I breathed a sigh of relief and kicked the fridge shut. I leaned against the counter staring over at the front door and the coats reassuring myself. Now it was late at this point, and I was tired even with that burst of worry... so I walked around my place with a kitchen knife to put any worries to rest. I checked everywhere a person, or even a child could fit. I texted my girlfriend to see if she was up, and I locked my door. Shut the windows and glanced outside. Street light was flickering outside (great, I thought, cliche as we can get). I got into bed after that, and after a long while of listening to my own heart beat, and the faint creaks of the building. I kept my lamp on for a time, but I felt myself drifting to sleep. So I finally decided to shut it off. I stretched my feet out to the bottom of my bed and felt the weight of my clothes on the bottom of my bed... but they felt warm. The hairs on my neck standing up like someone was breathing coolly on the nape of it. My heart was either beating harder or I'd become much more aware of the beat. someone was in my room. They were on my bed. I was touching them, feeling their warmth. I wanted to move but I couldn't. I wanted to flick on the lights, or scream, but I didn't. I felt like my blood was solid, like my body was out of my control. I was just laying stiff, waiting. I could hear them. It was a mans voice, but quiet like he was whispering to a child. He was whispering to me... so quietly... I could even hear the bed creak slightly as he leaned ever closer. I was straining to hear what he was saying, it felt more important to hear him then to flee from him. I strained my arms to rip off the covers but I couldn't. They just flexed and tenses but didn't move. I could feel his breath on my cheek as he whispered. The rancid smell of something fermenting to long in the sun. He never seemed to breathe in. It just kept coming out. He just kept whispering over and over. I could hear it, the same words. It was right then that my phone lot up from my girlfriends text, and I felt control again. I fucking screamed "What do you want!!!!" as I jumped up pushing against him, he felt incredibly warm as my hands pushed against him. He was heavy; he only moved enough to let me stand. The light from my phone went off and rather then wait for my eyes to adjust I turned and flipped the light on. Gone. The smell of his breath, and any trace of him. I ran my hands across the bottom of my bed but it was cool, my clothes were undisturbed. All there was of the event were the flung sheets as I'd torn from my bed, and the words running through my head,
"the good boy sleeps, the man eats, the bad boy wakes, the man waits, and waits."
Submitted April 21, 2015 at 02:36AM by SowTheMind http://ift.tt/1DFuRFE nosleep
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