Mr. Creep

He's there again...

I check the time. 2:49 am. I'm super tired. Come on dude, just let me sleep already! But he doesn't go away. He's still there, right in his favourite spot in my room, standing silently, staring at me. Well, I can't see his face, or his eyes, but I bet he's looking at me. I can feel it.

His whole figure is dark. Awfully dark... darker than the night. Yet he's glowing somehow. At least it looks like he does. He's got his cloak reaching to his feet as always. It's worn-out and torn sometimes, like he'd only have this piece of rag in his wardrobe. He brought his cane too. I can't see it clearly either, but it's like a long stick-like thing he's holding in his arms. I slowly sit up in my bed and notice something. He looks a bit thinner. Like he'd lost some weight. I know that he's skinny, but tonight his "dress" looks more loose than usually. I rub my eyes a bit sleepy and ask:

"Hey buddy, didn't you have dinner?"

No answer... Not even a headshake. Not a sign that he understood my question. But I'm not the kind of person that gives up on someone that easily.

"No offense, but you look miserable, you know that?" Even more miserable than you used to, hahaa! Okay, okay, you know what? My fridge is full of leftovers, how about helping me out a little bit? I knew I shouldn't have ordered pizza today..." – I yawn and looking at my watch again I thoughtfully add – "...or yesterday."

He's still speechless. He always pretends to be a shadow. Never speaks or moves. I have no idea what kind of game he's playing, but one thing's for sure, he's damn good at it!

I try one more time, hoping to get even the smallest sign of life:

"Woah, are you mad at me or somethin'? Why don't you answer? You look hungry... Go ahead, as I said, my kitchen is all yours!"

After some seconds of dead silence I lay back in my bed. No sign of life...

My thought are insanely crossing trough my head, like two sides fighting with each other...

"I can't even hear him breathing..."

"Maybe he's not even breathing..."

"Thats's bullshit, how could he not be breathing?"

"He'd basically be dead..."

"Maybe he is..."

"No he's not! Come on, you don't believe this shit either!"

Eventually my mind calms down and after I close my eyes, I think of the strange guy, who's still standing in dead silence, and I say the following:

"I get it, you're not a talkative typa guy are you? It's okay, we can still be friends... Although... I don't understand what's the reason of you visiting me every night, if not talking. It's kinda awkward honestly... and scary."

I pull my blanket around myself and think. "I don't even know his name... I don't even know if he's a guy... I've never heard his voice... And what's that stuff, he's bringing with himself every night? Is it his magic wand? I never hear the front door open, when he comes. Neither the stairs... although they're supposed to creak loud, when someone steps on them. Maybe my man is a magician, and comes through portals... Oh, my God! That is soo cool! Wait! I never notice any lights either... Don't portals have some kind of brightness? Maybe he can teleport... No wayy! That is even cooler!"

After some time I realise I talked so much that my mouth dried out. I have an idea!

"Hey, if you're already going to the kitchen, could you bring me some wa..." – but I can't finish the sentence, because turning around I realise that he's not there anymore... My only one listener... is gone.

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