My eyes opened, pushing past the barriers of sleep. Glassy eyed, I lay awake; eyes focusing on the darkness which consumed my room.
A pinnacle of light seeped in through an arch in the curtains, creating a shard-like silhouette on my carpet. I began to move, trying to shake off my tired state.
Today was my anniversary, but I was alone. Instead of celebrating a romantic day, I was left to commemorate my loved one, who had passed away three years ago.
I had been a widow for years, remaining faithful to my loved lost one. My beautiful Anette, taking through unforeseen circumstances. She had a brain tumour, unbeknownst to me and her. After months of battling her illness, she passed away, leaving nothing but good memories for me to remember her by. I had considered keeping her necklace, but she died wearing it, so I left it on her.
My feet hit the ground as I got out of bed. This sent a shockwave up my legs and up my spine. I had mild pins and needles and a dry throat; which is expected in this weather. I live in Britain, but sometimes, despite the cold, I overheat. I should really invest in a fan.
I had left a glass of orange juice on my nightstand, I picked it up to have a drink but the glass was still cold, meaning I had not been asleep long. I checked the time on my phone; 02:12.
I had only been asleep for three hours but I did not feel tired. I am a heavy sleeper naturally so waking up early in the morning is considered strange for me. I checked my phone again, adamant I had received a message. I had, but it was from a number unknown to me.
“I can see you, holding your glass of orange juice and reading this text.”
My first instinct was to look out of my window, but something made me read further on:
“Do not even look at me. If you do so, I will take you. I need you to open the window with your eyes closed and stand in the middle of the room, facing away from the window.”
I thought about calling the Police, but something possessed me to follow the texts orders. I did what was asked of me and awaited in the middle of my room. Within seconds I could hear something come through the window and footsteps getting closer to me.
Hot breath attacked the back of my neck. It continued for a what felt like an hour until eventually I could feel the same breath creating a trail around my neck. Was this thing circling me? Its breathing was clustered, it sounded inhuman.
I could feel it approach me closer from the front. I kept my eyes closed, fearful of whatever was around me. I felt cold skin touch mine, wrapping its hands around my mouth. It smelt like rotting flesh. It ran its fingers up my spine and kissed me; the taste of iron and earthy mud left a bittersweet taste on my lips.
After this, the breathing stopped following the footsteps which suggested it left. My phone buzzed, I had received another text. I opened my eyes, the room was normal and my phone was still on the desk where I had placed it. Its screen illuminating the dimly lit room. The text was from the unknown number, it read:
“Look towards the window”
My whole body froze with terror, my mouth dried once more. I slowly turned my head towards the window. I could not believe my eyes. Draped on the window handle, swaying in the wind; was my wife’s necklace.