Nick wakes up with a start. Sitting upright in his bed he listens. He hears it again. Someone is in his house. The hairs on the back of his neck stand up on end. Cold sweat covers his entire body. His heart is hammering in his chest. He has to do something.
Slowly he slides out of bed. He reaches into his nightstand drawer for his gun. It's not there. Someone is definetly in his house. He slowly creeps to the door and slips into the hallway. Hugging the wall he slowly makes his way toward the frontroom where the noises are coming from.
He pops his head around the corner and looks into the front room. There is someone on the couch. Nick freezes. He knows that person, but it can't be. Can it?
"N-Nigel?"
"Well well if it isn't sleeping beauty. How nice of you to finally join me." Nigel sneers while waving Nick's gun around.
"H-How, arn't you in..., what are you doing here?" Nick stuttered.
"Now now Nicholas, one question at a time. I must say you still look so peaceful when you sleep. So innocent It's almost a shame that your awake."
Nick just stood there, horrified that this man was back. He was stood in his house. Holding his gun and he had watched him sleep. Nicks skin crawled at the thought of Nigel stood over him while he slept.
"Well Nick i don't have much time left. I have to dash i just cam to say goodbye. Say goodbye Nick." Nigel said while pointing the gun at Nicks head.
Nick didn't reply, he closed his eyes waiting for the shot. Saying his silent goodbyes to those he loved. He waited for what seemed like an eternity but nothing came. He slowly opened his eyes. Nigel was gone. However he was back in the coffin. The air was quickly disappearing. He couldn't breathe. Just as he thought he was going to pass out from lack of oxygen he heard a beeping noise to the left of him, slowly waking him up.
Nick woke up screaming. The bedsheets were soaked with his sweat. As he realised where he was he started to calm down. He turned his alarm clock off. He had to go to work.
It was just another nightmare.