His sleepy reverie is interrupted when something bumped into the wall outside. Those things may be back; he thinks, and with lightening speed yanked the covers over his head quickly. He was sure they were back again. He was also sure he felt the room temperature drop just like it had last night. There was no mistaking the sounds that followed. The ghastly groans like zombies, the same he'd heard last night.
His emotions were within. Eyes open under the sheets. He observes the darkness and the dark shade of the blankets. A deep breathe; he'd made it home long before the noise outside started this time. Last night, he was almost caught by whatever those things were. His thoughts are on the fact that he'd seen none before the previous night, and now he was seeing them again. This story was told again and again by any and all who had seen the images of the things outside. Once seen, they never left the observer alone. Seems like it was his turn now.
Those feelings amplified when he felt the side of the bed sink low. A chill zipped through is body and his breath froze in his throat. He was sure he'd locked the door when he came in, double-checked when he was finished bathing. He starts letting out a nervous breath feeling nothing more and almost pisses his pants. The mattress sinks again. It's as if someone is crawling across the bed toward him. He's terrified and can't focus. His ears strain to hear anything but hears not even the faint sound of breathing.
Andrew goes numb when the spaces at either side of his head slink down. All the feeling in his body was chased. The chill in his body increases exponentially when he hears the sudden haunting sound of what seems to be breathing; too ghostly to be called that. He's unaware that he has a firm grip on the sheets, but fully aware that something begins to tug gently at it. Frightened, he feels the sheets slip from his terror-seized fingers and slipped below his forehead, then below his eyes where he could see only the ceiling. He makes a gurgling sound trying to scream as the sheet continues its descent from his body, stopping just below his chest, and leaving him helpless and defenseless.