You had a habit of staying up quite late, while your boyfriend preferred to head to bed early to make the most of the next day.

Tonight, he kissed your forehead and wished you good night as you sat on the sofa flicking through channels on the TV. When he heads to bed a familiar smell catches your attention.

Lavender, cologne and smoke, An unusual scent combination, one that certainly didn't belong to your boyfriend. It had become a usual experience at this point, you'd always seem to catch traces of this scent when you were up late at night, when you were alone.

As you ponder over this, you feel a presence appear behind you, ice cold breath brushes across your neck which makes a shiver run down your spine, your eyes dilate as you hear a soft otherworldly voice speak

"Thank goodness he's gone...now we can talk"