He Wears My Face pt 2

A few days passed, and Jordan forgot about the thing breathing in his room. He didn’t hear anything else, and it fell to the back of his memory.

Until Friday morning, right before his alarm sounded, Jordan woke to a strange sensation. Warm air fluttered over his face and a rotten stench stung his nostrils. Jordan’s eyes flew open, and he waved a hand in front of his face. In the darkness of the room, he couldn’t see anything, but the space in front of him felt like he was dragging his hand through water.

Heart racing, Jordan slid sideways and rolled off his bed to hurry across the room to the light switch. But after the bulb flickered to life, there was nothing to see. Jordan bent to look under the bed and opened his closet, but found nothing. He took a deep breath and sat on the edge of his bed.

“What the hell…” He’d distinctly had the impression there was someone breathing on his face. But how would that be possible? They’d have to be floating above his bed, right?

The alarm on his phone blared to life, and he jumped, falling sideways off the bed to silence it. There would be no snoozing for five minutes today.