My Doctor, Lucifer

I'm being haunted

Beyoncé's POV

For some reason, I feel super happy today, as if an angel is by my side, making me feel protected and looking after me. The truth is, I have been so sad ever since I left Shawn's hospital, and he hasn't contacted me since the day I sent that email. To forget about him, I keep on dancing around my room, earphones blasting Rihanna's song "Don't Stop The Music" and my hips match the rhythm. I continue dancing for a while, still having the song on repeat, until I notice something weird.

The door to my room is wide open even though it's late at night. For all I know, my parents are sound asleep on the couch. My head turns in their direction and just as I suspected, they are asleep. After all, it's 4 AM and they are tired. I'm staying at Mayflower Inn & Spa in Connecticut and my parents asked to have a sofa moved to my bedroom so they can be here if I need any help. I loved having them around because that meant I was the center of attention. But why did they leave the door open? Still having the song on maximum volume, I walk to the door, peek my head out and no one is out there. Now that is super weird. Looking back at my room, I scan the whole place to notice anything that is different, but nothing's changed. Did I leave the door open? Freaking out isn't the thing I wish for the most, so I close it and keep on dancing. My parents are still asleep. That's when I feel it, the hair on my arms standing up, goosebumps covering my entire body. Is someone watching me? I'm standing in the middle of the room, facing away from the bed, to my left I have my parents, and to the right is the door. In front of me, there is a big TV and a small dining area with a few chairs and a small table. The feeling that I'm getting makes me think that someone is behind me. I shake my head. This is too ridiculous. Quickly I turn around and yep, nobody is there. Sighing out loud, I take out my earphones, neatly looping them around my hand to place them in their case. That case is sitting on the nightstand.

As I approach it, I hear this fainted clicking sound and I stop in my tracks. What the hell was that? While panic starts to set in, I realize that it must be the clock that is on top of my bed. A smile curves my lips and I proceed to place my earphones in their case. With my right eye, I catch a weird sighting. Looking at my mattress I swear, I can see the outline of a person on my bed. I don't know if it's because I listened to music on full blast, the late hours, or my lack of sleep. What I can see is the weight of a person on my bed, like if they are sitting on their side. The cover looks like it's under somebody that is very heavy. This sighting makes me freak out because my bed has foam in it and whatever this is, it's super big and tall, I don't know. Turning on my heels, I enter the bathroom and wash my face with cold water. My body reacts to the low temperature and I start trembling. After using some hot water to get the temperature in check, I don't dare to look at my bed. An eternity passes and finally my legs start walking toward the ghost I've seen on the bed, except this time, nothing's there. I must be going crazy, did I really see something, or was this just my mind playing tricks on me? Going to bed is not the best option so I make a mental note to try and end my day earlier tomorrow. Without giving it a lot of thought I jump on the bed, expecting to feel something, but it's just my foam mattress under me. Somehow that deceives me, not even a ghost wants to be in my presence. I'm curious if I was experiencing some sort of mental thing due to sleep deprivation, so I keep searching the room, but everything looks the same. As I've said, I'm a little deceived that there was nobody there because I was so sure that I felt a presence. Whatever. I'll just take a shower. At this moment, my pride gets the best of me and I undress slowly, taking off my clothing piece by piece. Maybe someone set up a camera and they're watching me. A smile lifts the corners of my mouth and before I go to the bathroom, I check again on my parents, and thankfully they're still sleeping.

The bathroom is seven steps away from my bed and the shower is on the right side of the bathroom. It has a big glass wall that goes from the ceiling to the floor, it's transparent and you can see every single detail of a person if it's showering in here. My hair is in a bun and I do my best to avoid the water so my wig glue won't wash off. Rihanna's song is playing inside my head again and my hips start moving slowly, my palms are rolling all over my body as if I am dancing for somebody. Slowly, my hands move from my neck to my breasts, squeezing them and imagining that it was Shawn who did that. His big hands cupped each one of my breasts, gently kneading them, making me squeeze my tights. If he were here I'd push myself into his hands, inviting him to do more, to touch me everywhere. His fingers would trace big circles around my nipples, each time closing more and more in, an agonizing treat for my body, wanting him to stop and continue at the same time. Ultimately, he would place between his thumb and index fingers my nipple and he would squeeze both of them, at the same time, so hard that I'd have to grab his biceps to keep my balance.

As I'm thinking this, my legs go jelly and I squeeze them so hard that a moan escapes my mouth and I'm shocked. No, I did not squeeze myself so hard but I heard someone moan at the same time as me. My eyes dart open in the direction of the low moan. There is no one in the bathroom. Am I going insane? Did I go from faking it to really being sick? That is one hell of "be careful what you wish for". Turning off the shower I grab one of the big towels that are sitting on a small cabinet and I rush back into the bedroom. Like a maniac, I touch every surface where someone could be sitting but I find nothing. Damn, maybe it was all inside my head. My original idea was to take a long shower and get dressed but I'll just jump into my pyjamas. I pat the bed another time to make sure that there is no one sitting next to me so I slide under the covers. They're nice and cool, just how I like them.

After a few minutes pass by, my mind finally settles, and slowly I drift into sleep, but before I completely blackout, two hands push the covers next to my body, making them fit around me. The same hand brushes my hair a few times and I let out a satisfying sight and murmur a good night to one of my parents. My eyes slowly open, drugged by my own sleep and I try to figure out why I can't see my dad or mom beside my bed tugging me in. Then I watch how the door opens and slowly closes by itself. Both of my parents are sound asleep on their couch but somehow that door opened and closed by itself? I frown. Am I dreaming? Huffing, I shift my position and close my eyes again. I'm too tired to deal with this.

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Thank you so much for reading this chapter. If any mistakes were made, brush them off because one day I may or may not correct them. With love, the Author!

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