Pseudonym "Sheep" #Wattys2015

Chapter II

"Al, who's Denis again?"

"He's a sheep, daddy."

Every time I asked Al about Denis, answer was always the same. Just thinking about it sent shivers down my spine - a man dressed as a sheep talking to my son? No, that couldn't be the case. It was just my imagination, I really hoped it was. Al was just talking about his imaginary friend too, those things were common with children. Even I had an imaginary friend when u was young, but it was a little talking dog without any names.

Ever since encountering the mysterious sheep, I barely slept and irritated my wife further. She kept complaining how I talked in my dreams and rolled around awkwardly, had the encounter really affected me that much?

It was twelve past midnight, Denis should've been asleep, but he was watching his favorite TV show downstairs. His eyes were widened by excitement as he watched his loved superheroes fight the villainous gangsters.

I chuckled quietly attracting Al's attention toward me. "What's so funny, daddy?" He asked.

"The look on the villains' faces gets me everytime." I grinned, not really though - a sober thought.

Al laughed too and turned his head back to the television quickly. I was observing my son carefully, thinking what a fine boy he was when I saw something with a corner of my eye.

I turned my head toward the windows so fast that my neck snapped quietly. There it was again, the same figure as yesterday - a grey sheep head looking through the cloudy windows. He drew a little smiley face on the window and moved away from it.

I jolted from the sofa, rapidly dashing across the room, opening the door and stepping outside - no one there. Just couple of trees cowering from cold.

At that point, I was considering myself mad, after all, seeing illusions wasn't all that normal. If I were a schizophrenic then... No, that wasn't a case.

I closed the door, locked it and went back to Al, who didn't even flinch. The TV show was way too interesting for him to get his eyes off it.

I sat next to Al until the whole show was over, a little bit of paranoia had taken me over. I followed him to his bed, tucked him in and wished him a good night.

"Daddy?" I heard his quiet voice after I was leaving the room.

"Yeah?" I looked back inside, Al was grasping his bed sheets looking at me oddly.

"Can you leave the lights on?"

Confused, I just nodded my head. "Sure thing, macho, need anything else?"

Al shook his head - his head looking relaxed now.

"Alright, sleep tight." I winked and closed the door.

I made my way towards my room, the lights were seemingly still on, which was odd because my wife hated sleeping in the light.

I turned it off, slipped in the bed and wrapped my arms around her.

I almost threw my heart up, what I was feeling was something soft instead of skin, something very similar to wool.