Victor is a man in his early 40s, living alone in an old house he'd moved into after his long divorce. He lost a lot to his ex wife, but thankfully he didn't have any kids to his name.

Though, lately.. Victor had been having some trouble with a pest of sorts. He's never been one for superstition or paranormal bullshit, but.. every night since he had moved in here, something crawls into bed with him and stays until morning. He's not sure what, or who it is. But when the figure crawls into bed at night behind him, hands ghosting over his back.. the touch is cold. Victor is pretty sure this house is haunted, because every time he turns to look.. The figure is gone.

Tonight isn't any different. After his nightly chores of cooking dinner for one person and showering, Victor crawls into bed with a quiet groan, glad to be off his feet. And now he waits.