Mello stood to the side of the road staring into a ditch. It was a way away from his base in LA so it was a very rural and remote area. Still, it felt… off. Like he was being watched by some unknown source. The feeling gave him the chills so he returned to his motorcycle that was parked on the edge of the road and drove as fast as he could. He looked back to check if anyone was following him, there wasn't.
He turned onto another road and checked once more. Again, nothing. He continued this pattern until he could see the lights of LA. Though there were few as the sky had only begun changing from blue to pink. It was a nice sight, however, the buildings and lights contrast against the pink shaded clouds of the dusk sky, it made his eyes tear up just looking at it. But that was most likely due to the fact he had forgot his helmet before he left earlier that morning.
Once he arrived, he parked his motorcycle and ran into the building. Just in case. He flopped down on the couch in his room. His laptop was open, as that was the way he left it when he left, so he got to work. He checked his email, nothing interesting, just spam, then edited the book over the LABB Murder Cases he had been working on, didn't know when he'd finish that. After words, he was starving, he had only eaten a sausage biscuit from some gas station and four bars of chocolate that day.
As he approached his door, he felt a pressure growing on him, like with each step the air around him became cooler, heavier, crueler. He reached the door but felt that opening it would unleash some ghastly daemon upon him so he turned and bolted to the couch and threw himself on it. He pulled the coffee table his laptop was on closer and decided to watch YouTube until he had shook the feeling.
The air remained dense and menacing however, and it was growing towards midnight. Mello felt his eyes heavy. With every blink there was a distinct possibility that he would pass out. He didn't want to though, he was too scared. Eventually, he did fall asleep, no blanket, fully clothed, lights on, video still playing.
About an hour later, Matt came in, looking for a phone charger. He, unfortunately, didn't find one, but did find Mello passed out on the couch. Normally Matt would have just shrugged it off, but to have fallen asleep with the lights on, in shoes, no blanket and not working, was a little odd for Mello. Matt walked over and placed a hand on Mello's arm, only to find Mello was drenched in a cold sweat. Matt sighed and turned off the laptop, changed Mello from his leather and into pajamas and laid him down in bed, covering him with the blanket. Matt turned off the light, removed his shoes and goggles and laid down next to Mello, eventually falling asleep as well.
In the morning, Mello awoke to find himself in bed, wearing his normal pajamas, being hugged by Matt. He could remember what he had felt the night before, along with falling asleep on the couch. He assumed Matt had found him and put him in bed. He stood up, stretched and yawned, then made his way to the bathroom that was connected to his bedroom. He no longer felt the feeling he had experienced last night and his room was normal temperature, so he just assumed he was just way too tired and paranoid.
He left the bathroom to find Matt awake and sitting up in bed.
"Morning, Matt." Mello said.
Matt yawned and replied sleepily, "Mornin' Mells."
Mello made his way to the door and was about to open it when Matt asked him, "Hey why was your room so cold last night?"
Mello shrugged and grabbed the doorknob, he froze apon feeling it. It was ice cold and covered in some weird clear, sticky stuff and smelled of rotting mold, dust and vomit. He removed his hand, repulsed at the foul fluid that coated the door. He stared for a moment before yelling, "What the Hell is on my door?!"
Matt stood up and walked over to the door. He grazed his finger across the doorknob, then took out a black light, revealing the awful, monstrous claw and hand prints covering the door. He then shined the light all around the room to reveal more prints. Mello almost fainted upon seeing it. Rather, he simply felt light headed and sick to his stomach. He said nothing for a good 30 seconds before turning to Matt and saying, "Matt, we are getting our own apartment, as I refuse to sleep another night here."
Matt agreed.