Mikey

~He had always been watching, untik he finally appeared~ Ever since you moved into your new appartment you've felt that something was with you as well. Not ominous, or malicious. But oddly... comforting. From your coffee staying hot after being left out for a little to long, to your phone always being charged in the morning. Every time you list something, it would appear again, set neatly on a pillow or desk—almost as if the house itself was caring for you. Even going to sleep your body filled with warmth, like a comforting hug even though nothing was there. Once you swore you heard a faint lullaby as you drifted to bed. Even your dreams—they seemingly never ended badly. Your nightmares always ended with warmth and hope—a hand pullling you away from the monster or a door leading you to freedom where the previously was none. You had always thought it was luck, or coincidence... until you saw him.