You are sitting on the sunken-in leather couch after a long day. You're still in your work clothes, your shoes kicked off into the corner of the room. You have no lights on, but the TV is glowing in front of you. It's about 9:00, and it's time to make dinner. You heave yourself up off the couch and trudge over to the kitchen, keeping your eyes on the captivating show. You flick on the light and make your way over to the freezer to grab your favorite frozen dinner - Mac n' Cheese. You open the freezer drawer. As you bend over, you feel something brush your leg. You glance over, but nothing's there. Odd. It must've been a bug, or a loose hair floating around. But still it makes you a little paranoid. You quickly grab the frozen package and walk a few steps to put your dinner in the microwave. As you do so, you feel something scratch your leg this time. It starts out light, but as seconds pass and you're too afraid to look at it, the pressure increases on your skin. A feeling of dread spreads throughout your stomach. You look down at your leg, and... Once again, nothing's there. Thoroughly spooked and one more incident away from calling the police, you try to keep your mind off of what could be pestering you. Muscles tensed, you settle back into the couch and begin eating dinner. After you finish your food you relax about the whole situation. Maybe it was just a figment of your imagination. Yeah. Just your imagina- You freeze as you feel a breath on your neck. The thing is, you live alone. The breaths are unsteady, as if they come from a cold body. You turn around, shaking, but all you see is empty space. You drop your empty dinner tray and run to your phone to dial 911. It rings once, then the call is disconnected and you hear static on the line. You put the phone down and choose to go straight to bed. Without changing, you slide under the covers, hoping you will make it to the morning. The last thing you see before you close your eyes is a mangled silhouette, stumbling towards you in the dark.
