Jeremy tossed in the sheets. His mopped hair like a splatter of paint on the white pillow. He was aware of the empty space next to him. The warm air of the room caused sweat to drip down his face forcing him to throw the sheets from his body finally. His head throbbed with exhaustion but a running mind kept his eyes flickering. He tossed over once more. He grunted and rotated his pillow to the other side; the cool side allowed a moment of drifting into comfort before the sweat and heat caught it once more allowing his mind to stay active. Jeremy flipped his head to another side. His wide dark eyes open in the black abyss of the room.
Red digital numbers the only light in the room. 12:01, what the fuck! Jeremy tossed to the other side once more. He could hear a warm pulse in his ears. He forced his eyes shut. The pulsing in his ears fading and, for a brief moment, began to slip into a slumber. A dripping, not in his ears. His eyes flew open. The noise was just audible when he focused on it. Was it the sink? The restroom was down the hall, and too far for that to come through the walls. Was Jennifer doing something? She wasn’t in the bed and he wasn’t sure when or where she went off to. He shut his eyes once more.
A scratching. His eyes fluttered open. Again, a scratching. The noise reminded him of his childhood. The sound of a dogs claws against hardwood floor. They didn’t own a dog though. He waited, holding his breath again. Waiting, for something. His chest ached. His throat contracted.
“Jeremy! In the kitchen, quick!”
With fear his engine driving him, Jeremy bolted out of the bed. His bare feet pushing into the soft carpet. Disoriented he banged his small toe against his dresser as he stumbled into the hall. The cold of the hardwood floor heightening his senses. He moved for the kitchen.
“Jeremy!” This time the call from another area, closer, the bathroom.
He stopped from the urgency of the new call. In the hall there was a single door open, dark which was their bathroom, and then down into the kitchen.
“Don’t go into the kitchen, I heard it too.” The voice came from the bathroom. A cold chill ran up his spine. The clicking noise had returned. He stood frozen, unsure where to turn, and cold fingers spread across his lower back.