There's Someone Else Here...

The old man got up from his bed. He was awoken by hunger and thirst, but that's only because he hadn't eaten dinner. It was in the middle of night; around two in the morning. 
Before he started down the stairs, he wanted to check on the children again. The old man opened the door to their bedroom silently, peeked in without entering the room, and saw the children fast asleep. He knew they were fine, so he made his way downstairs to the kitchen silently; careful not to wake them. 
He decided to make a sandwich with mustard and cheese. As he finished making the sandwich, he grabbed a soda bottle from the refrigerator, and made his way to the couch to sit down and eat. When he was almost finished eating, he heard a noise; it was just the dog. The little puppy proceeded to sit on his lap. As the old man pet the dog with his messy mustard covered hands, he grew tired. 
The man carried the dog back to the beast's dog-basket where he then fell asleep almost instantly; a furry crescent of comfort whose breathing came in slow, rhythmic, and peaceful motions. The old man then made his way up the stairs silently, making his way back into the attic.
When the mother and father who owned the house woke up in the morning, they went to examine the security cameras they had just installed in the upstairs hallway, living room, and kitchen two days before. They finally found out who was taking their food and messing up the kitchen. They called the police and they were there in no more than five minutes. 
When they got there, they went into the attic to find a small old bed where no bed was before; a rotting skinny corpse lying on it. The only thing strange that the police told them, was that the person had been living there for over four months, but died of old age two weeks before the cameras had been set up...
Category:Ghosts
Category:Micropasta