HIATUS, POSSIBLE DISCONTINUATION - Whispers of a Ghost

It felt so thick in the room. Like he could breathe, but his chest was being compressed.

He lay down in his bed, relaxing, thinking. He started to feel drowsy, dozing off, but before he could fully fall asleep, he heard the wood creak.

To that he opened his eyes. He still felt groggy, and he couldn't see well in the growing darkness.

It was stupid anyway, the way he was acting. He had never believed in 'ghost stories', and still doesn't. They're so out of this world, they're almost impossible to believe.

Therefore, there was no reason he should be feeling the way he was in the house. Therefore, he should be fine and continue trying to fall asleep.

But there it was again.

It was closer to him. Closer to the bed.

It was almost like someone had walked across the floor towards him, and it made the hairs on the back of his neck stand on end.