Olivia lay wide awake in bed; it was 3 in the morning and stupid, little noises around the flat have been keeping her awake all night long. She was still getting used to being here alone—Rachel and Ella had moved into their own flat this morning and until tonight, Olivia hadn't quite realised how accustomed she'd become hearing them through out the night.
That, and she couldn't get the images of John's body after the vehicle flipped out of her head. Bleeding out the mouth, the nose, down his face, while his skin was seethrough…
She shuddered under her blankets and finally decided that the only way she was going to get any rest was if she just turned on her bedroom lamp as a makeshift nightlight. The soft light immediately calmed her and she returned to bed, finally able to relax. She began to count sheep as she drifted off to sleep, until something grabbed onto her shoulder.
"Thanks for turning on the light," John whispered, looming over her. "I was having trouble finding you in the dark."
Notes: I like the version I know better, but the creepypasta version seemed better suited for Fringe.