Jake laid down on his bed, sighing. He was exhausted from all of the unpacking, and decided to take a nap. He changed into just some pajama pants, but felt like someone was watching him get undressed.
I'm just paranoid about the new house. Jake thought, brushing the feeling aside. He literally jumped into the bed and almost immediately fell asleep.
Jake slipped into dreaming.
Screams came from inside of a burning house. The firefighters came outside the door, helping two people, a man and a woman, outside. They were both crying. A firefighter put oxygen masks on both of them after taking them far away from the scene.
"Our son! He's still in there!" The woman cried.
Another firefighter yelled over the burning. "It's unstable! It's about to-" Suddenly, an explosion shook the house.
The couple looked at where an intact house once stood, knowing that nobody could have survived the blast.
The firefighter who had given the couple oxygen rested his hand on the crying woman's shoulder. "I'm sorry, ma'am."
The blaze was finally extinguished, and nothing much was left; just a shell of an old home.
Suddenly, Jake could see the inside. Everything was destroyed, and he ran his hands over what were probably old picture frames. He walked around, feeling pulled to another room, close to the back of the house.
He opened the door to find a man standing there. He was wearing some kind of body paint that disguised him. He didn't speak; he just stood there and stared at Jake.
Jake awoke, still feeling like someone was watching him, and somewhat unsettled by the strange dream. He wasn't creative enough to dream something so vivid and realistic, so he was curious as to why he suddenly could.
He saw something flicker out of the corner of his eye, but could make out a human-like shape.
"Who's there?" He asked, voice shaky. No response. Jake took deep breaths. He figured that he was still just shaken up by his strange fire dream. But one thing was certain.
The image he saw out of the corner of his eye was the man from his dream.