A normal restless night becomes instantly creepy.
I had fallen asleep with the T.V. on mute. The walls were illuminated by the flashing light of the television. My hand flopped around the bed searching for the remote. I gave up and grabbed my bed cover, but when I yanked it over my shoulder I exposed my feet to the chilly night. I sighed then drifted off to sleep. Minutes later, I felt something graze the sole of my foot.
My mind is playing tricks on me, I dozed off to sleep.
Minutes later, something graze my foot again only this time it pressed harder against my skin. I lifted my head slightly to look at my feet. They were alone, dangling slightly off the edge of the bed.
It’s the cold air, I scoot them under my blanket to keep them warm.
Minutes later, I felt something, like a fingernail, scraping against the skin of my foot. I was wide awake now and staring at the wall. The television gave off a blue hue which bounced around. My ears perked listening for any sound, but I heard nothing.
What do I do? I decided the most rational thing to do was hide my head under the blanket. It’s the cold air, yep, the cold air is tingling my skin, then I heard it. A loud breathing, each exhale grew louder and louder. I shut my eyes, I’m dreaming, it’s all a dream. I feel someone’s breath warm my toes. Instinctively, I sat up pulling the covers off my head. I saw him, or her, it was hard to tell. But, the person was crouching at the end of my bed grinning a toothless smiling and its eyes glistening under television light.