Last night I saw a dream, or so I thought I did.
It was 1 o'clock at night. It was dark outside since it was hours before sunrise.
I usually toss and turn the whole night a lot. Though I was not really sweating, it was pretty humid, LA weather is very odd. It had only been three months since my husband and I moved here, and we were still getting used to it, especially our house.
I suddenly woke up to footsteps down the hall. I thought it was John, my husband, maybe he woke up to drink water or use the washroom or something. I did not bother much and turned and in an attempt to fall back asleep again.
It was then that I heard John whisper, "Did you hear those creaks?"
I slowly turned to the other side to face John and asked to make sure I had heard it right, "What?".
"Did you hear those creaks too or was it just me?" Whispered John
We were whispering, I really don't know why maybe it was our instinct and also because it was literally 1:45 at night and we really just wanted to sleep as we had to go to work tomorrow morning.
"Yeah, but I thought it was you!" I replied.
"Seriously? And I thought it was you so I turned to check but you were sleeping". He said.
"Do you think we should check if someone broke into our house?" I asked a bit shaken.
"I think we should!" He said and got up off the bed. "I will go and check if check if anything's up. You hear a noise again call 911 immediately." I nodded in reply and kept the lights turned off.
After a while, John came back and said he found nothing. So we just decided it was a rat or a small animal that may have got in through some openings around the house and decided to call the terminators to have them take a look round the house to make sure it didn't happen again.
By the time went back to bed it was already 2 o'clock, and both of us were feeling tired so we feel asleep quickly.

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It was now 3 o'clock at night and I heard another creak, it was loud this time and a door shut. It was at that moment I felt something was really wrong. I slowly turned to face my husband, but I did not open my eyes, I was too scared and I whispered to John, "Did you hear that?"

"Yeah, but don't open your eyes, keep them closed and preten you are sleeping. I was confused and before I could react or ask anything, I hearf the door of our bedroom open. The door creaked softly( yeah it was a old house) and I could hear someome walk in...
I was petrified and was too scared to scream or open my eyes, but I made sure to keep my ears all alert and hear everything. I then heard the footstep approach our bed abd walk over to John's side and then to mine. I could actually feel him staring at us, his shadow looming over us. We did not move an inch and lay there as if we were dead.
After a minute or two, I heard the footsteps retreat and the door close. It was then that John whispered, "Go to sleep, and we will talk about this in the morning, they are still awake now." I did not retaliate, I was terrified and so was John, I could hear it in his voice. John had served in the army fpr almost ten yesrs before he left to start up his own business and therefore, I trusted his instincts. "But what if they come back?" I asked, my voice shaky and almost inaudible with worry as to what might happen if they did.
"Don't worry they think we are sleeping now, they won't come back."
I was really distrubed, I tried to fall asleep which I did but I don't remember when or how.
I got up in the morning thinking it was just a bad dream. I turn to see John already awake, he was working on a presentation in his laptop, when he saw that I had woken up he kissed me and asked if I was okay. "Yea." I smiled and kissed him back. But to my shock he said out of the blue that we needed to look for a new house.