Creepypastas

Good night

Nick woke up in bed with a start. There was a fresh, warm breeze brushing up against the back of his neck. This, normally, would have been an unnerving feeling considering it was winter. But he had cranked the heat up higher than he usually had it, and one of the ducts was right under his bed. But that didn't help his comfort level. The covers were barley doing their job, which was to cover him. He tried pulling on them, but they didn't give. They must have been caught under the mattress, and freeing them wasn't a task that he was awake enough for yet. He sat up, pushing the covers that remained on him off to the other side, rubbed his head, and jumped up out of the bed before then walking out of the bedroom, and toward the bathroom. The bathroom was connected to the living-room, which was connected directly to the bedroom. A small, connected apartment. Though in theory it sounded like he would have an easier time getting to the bathroom, this was in-fact not the entire truth. In reality, whilst stumbling out of his bedroom he slammed an ever so sensitive toe on a dresser. And after getting out into the living-room, he jabbed another toe on a couch. 

Filling the room with soft curses, he finally found his way to the bathroom, and it was then that he flicked on some lights. There, he turned on the faucet, making it as hot as it could be, before sloshing it against his face. When he looked back up, steam had fogged the mirror. And it was there, that he saw a message. "I'm home." Was drawn on the mirror. This was a sick joke in Nicks opinion. It was, if anything, a reference to a lover that he had recently lost. Glenda was her name. 

In response to this message, Nick contacted the security for his building. They came up, and checked the place out, top to bottom. To their credit, they were efficient. Nick followed them from room to room, but couldn't find a thing. The only thing different happened to be that his couch cushions were a little bit indented, but other than that, the place was clean. They then asked to see the message. 

Nick filled the faucet with steam yet again, but this time, no message appeared on the mirror. The security said that they were going to be cautious anyway, and decided to place a guy in the living-room, just to keep watch. This was a comfort of living in a much more expensive apartment complex. He could afford luxuries like that.  

The rest of the security left after that, leaving the one in the living-room. Nick then went back into the bathroom and went about his business like he had been doing previously. He then began thinking about the message. It was a message that hit close to home, and thus meant, more than likely, that it was someone close to him. Not many others knew about the cancer that took his lover away. It wasn't a story that made headlines, and for that matter, never made it into a newspaper either. Not public knowledge. 

Nick left the bathroom, and went back into the bedroom, saying goodnight to the guard. His bed was a mess of sheets and blankets, most of which were bundled up on the other side of the bed. He jumped onto the bed, and reached around the large mound, plucking the bed sheets that were stuck, pulling them free. 

With that done he settled back into bed, and pulled the sheets over himself. Still, they seemed to be caught on something, but this time he felt that just being forceful would be enough. 

The guard in the other room flicked on the TV, and started watching some movie. It was relaxing, knowing that he was still awake. 

He pulled on the covers again, but once more, they had no give. His lover was like that, always a cover hog. 

And it was then, that the thought passed through his head, that so too did a series of words. "Thanks for coming back to bed."  

That was when he felt, a cold arm slip over his shoulder, to hold him in an embrace.