Creepypasta Wiki

Those Cold Nights

10,208pages on
this wiki
Add New Page
Add New Page Comments4

Shifting slightly, I settle my weight more comfortably into the covers. Something woke me, but I'm a light sleeper, so it could have been anything. I stop and listen to Michael's breathing behind me, the slow and steady cadence of deep sleep. Wiggling closer, I settle against him and he shifts, wrapping a strong arm around my shoulders and sighing in his sleep. It's warm here under the sheets. A slight breeze blows through the open window, blowing across my skin, keeping the room outside of my cotton barriers chilled. Just the way he likes it.

Suddenly, I hear a small click as the door opens. Michael's arm withdraws from around me and I sit up quickly to see him sit on the edge of the bed.

"What was that?" I'm a little panicked. Sounds in the night always get me a little startled and I can feel my heart beating a bit faster than usual.

"What do you mean, hun?" Mike looked over his shoulder at me, a quizzical expression across his features.

"The door, why did it open? Was it the cat?"

"Oh, sorry baby. I didn't mean to wake you. I had to get some water from downstairs."


The stories I write are usually exaggerated truth. In the above dramatization I really did feel an arm around me as I was laying in bed.

In actual events I heard my boyfriend shift in his sleep, and pull his arm away. When I asked him why he rolled over he said he'd been sleeping facing away from me the whole time and had no idea what I was talking about.

I hope you enjoy the more dramatic written version of my experience.

Also on Fandom

Random Wiki