"You know, I'm getting kind of sick of camping." Mike yawned, rubbing his eyes as he wandered out of his tent. His three friends, Sarah, Alex and Jade were already awake; heating their feeble breakfast of baked beans and pita bread over a portable stove that Jade had brought with her.
It was the height of summer, and Alex had mentioned how a wood near him had a clearing in the middle that would be perfect for a camping trip. The wood had always been strangely quiet, so they didn't need to worry about dangerous animals.
"Then by all means go home if you can't handle the tent." Sarah laughed as he slumped down onto the group next to her and
You look behind you as you walk into the room. Maybe you just imagined the breath on the back of your neck? Maybe the chill that the room was plunged into was the fault of a broken heater or an overactive air conditioning unit?
All this time you've felt like something's been following you. Was that why you kept moving around all your life? You never stayed in the same place more than a few months- leaving every time you felt that sudden heat drop. You knew it had caught up with you then.
This time, you don't leave; why should you? You convince yourself that it's just your imagination- the creaking sound of the door opening is just a draft.