6. FUCK
I love scary movies. I have no idea why I like torturing myself, but I love getting scared and then having to watch cartoons before bed.
Anyway, my boyfriend took me out on a date night for dinner and a movie. I was super stoked because we were going to see the next Paranormal Activity movie, and the first one had me jumping out of my seat more than a few times. So we go see the movie, I was all hyped up and scared, but it was a good time, everything was normal.
We get in the car and drive home to our apartment and my stomach drops. Our front door is open. My boyfriend immediately asks if I forgot to lock the door and I admitted that I remember him locking the door since I decided against bringing my keys. After a moment of “what do we do,” my boyfriend enters first and quickly takes a look around before deciding that no one was there and nothing was stolen. We make sure to lock and chain the door so we can relax before bed.
I’m in the kitchen when my boyfriend yells for me. I walk over and he looks freaked out. He explains that he was about to open the bedroom door, when it opened by itself. It had to be just a draft right? Right.
So we get ready for bed and I go to leave the bedroom and the door does the same thing for me. Okay…weird. But not impossible there was some kind of draft.Eventually we head to sleep.
I woke up to pitch black to hearing my boyfriend talking. My eyes were still adjusting to the dark but I could tell he was feeling around the blankets, as if he was looking for something. I finally am able to see he is sitting upright and muttering to himself, like he’s frantically searching for something. I groan and push at him, “What are you doing?” My boyfriend huffed, “I’m looking.” I knew he was sleep talking, so I played along. “Looking for what?” I smiled, waiting for a stupid silly response that I could have endless hours of making fun of him the next day.
“I’m looking for her,” he stressed, now sounding worried and confused. My stomach tightened in nervousness and I quickly scanned our room and saw nothing out of place. After a few moments, I went to ask him what he was talking about. His reply was the same. “I’m looking for her.” Now he sounded incredibly stressed, like his sister was missing or something. I pushed him again and told him to go back to sleep, but he wouldn’t budge and kept feeling around.
That was when he froze. Absolutely stopped moving and breathing. I watching him, my heart beating against my rib cage. Then he smiled and his whole body relaxed. “Ah that’s right….She’s under the bed.” and promptly laid down and went back to sleep.
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