Joining in with a Six Sentence story at Girlie On The Edge’s weekly blog party.
It was 3 AM and Jill sat straight up in bed, sure she had heard an eerie noise, the hairs on her arms tingling and her senses hyper-focused on the sound that had just roused her from a deep sleep.
Apparently, her husband, snoring away beside her, was unaware or unconcerned.
Inhaling deeply, but quietly, she felt around the floor for the moccasins she’d kicked off before getting in bed last night.
Slipping them on, she grabbed the baseball bat they had laughingly placed under the bed for such a situation, as if it would ever really happen, and went downstairs to investigate.
Jill tiptoed from room to room, barely breathing and hearing nothing but the hum of the refrigerator thinking, “it was probably nothing, maybe just the sound of my own breath.”
She went back up the stairs, feeling quite ridiculous, but when she opened the door to the bedroom, she saw a white filmy cloud, a miasma of energy swirling above her husband’s sleeping form; that’s when she screamed.
Inspired by and dedicated to all those times we are awaken from a deep sleep by something. I’m reminded of that children’s book by Mercer Mayer – Things That Go Bump in the Night.