Wind whistles past my window as I shiver under my blanket. The last time the power went out in the shit hole of an apartment complex was when some drunk driver smashed into a telephone pole.
From the lack of screeching brakes and sirens, I doubt that's the case.
Dark seems to have fallen quickly, the only light in the room is the vestigial glow from twilight glinting off of my cheap fake metal edged counters. The neighboring apartments are strangely quiet. In fact, as I strain my ears, I can hear no sound besides the wind.
Then come the footsteps in the corridor.
They are coming not from the stairs, but from the window that is usually cracked at the end of the hall. That doesn't surprise me that much, considering outside that window is a fire escape. What doesn't surprise me is that I am on the top floor, the fire escape doesn't reach the ground, and why would anyone from the lower floors use it to go upstairs?
The footsteps come closer and closer and I clutch my comforter and tattered sheet tigher around my shoulders, shivering in fear. I might seem rather uncaring, but I'm just tired. I still feel, and fear.
And right now, I'm terrified.
The footsteps stop outside my door and then all I can hear is my ragged breaths.
"Harry." Calls a familiar voice.
I struggle not to answer it's call.
"Harry, let me in. Invite me in."
"Who are you?" I croak.
Dry laughter greets my ears.
"If you let me in, you can see me for yourself Harry."
"No." My voice breaks and I try again, desperately ignoring the throbbing puncture wounds on the side of my neck. "No. I will not invite you in."
The silence is stagnant, but I do not sense unhappiness or anger. Only amusement.
"Very well Harry, I shall come again at a later date."
His footsteps retreat down the hall, but I stay up, shivering, for a long time afterwards. I think I finally passes out leaned up against the wall, from exhaustion. Sleep, is blissfully nightmare free as I sink into her velvety depths.