A cold night (Scary story)
"A sound in the bedroom woke me up". It was dark, but I could see outside through the thin curtains. “A young man walked across the bedroom window slowly and quietly”.
At that time, I was living just outside of Leicester in a rented house with my husband. We had just married, and it was three months before the incident. That night I went to bed earlier than my husband and fell asleep.
The man was wearing a red jacket and built like my husband, so there was no purpose to worry because my husband had a red jacket too. So, I thought he was probably walking slowly not to wake me up. My eyes were exceedingly sleepy, but then it struck me why is he is wearing the red anorak in the bedroom’. I had left my husband that evening down stairs watching television, and was not going out that evening.
Overwhelmed by my realisation and fear that it could not be my husband, I stretched my hand across the bed and felt another person across the bed. My heart began racing so fast it almost jumped out of my chest. The confusion either “Chris my husband was in bed or walking across the room” because he could not have been both. This made my mind begin to race from the confusion.
“Who was the other person?” This person standing then moved to the bed side I was and pulled the bedclothes back on my side. Still not sure if he were my husband because he looked the same size as Chris. I Sat there not knowing whether to scream or sit. A thin chill from the cold hit me, but I was wearing a thick night dress that shield from the cold.
He then stood on my side holding a duvet in his hands as if getting to bed. Then he realised I was actually awake. Realising I had now seen him be standing close to my bed. Suddenly he dropped the duvet and ran downstairs making loud noises. All of a sudden I screamed and Chris my husband woke up "yes it was my husband in bed”. It took him some time to understand what had happened.
At first, Chris thought I was...