Flash fiction Ghost story

A fun exercise for the time of year. The rule is simple, just try to keep it at under a paragraph if you can and share your result.

I had never slept well alone and hated the idea of spending the night in my first flat, I had been too use to living with my parents and the animals. Dinner wasn't anything special, just a takeaway pizza and some cola while watching whatever was on the horror channel, I think it was a haunted house film. I turned the telly off, made sure the taps weren't dripping, all the sockets were off at the mains and I prepared for a shower before bed. After I got out to dry myself I walked over to the now foggy mirror to wipe it, when I did a tall, pale handsome man was in the reflection leaning against the door. I turned sharply but no one was there but I remember his features, long shoulder length dark hair, a slim but athletic figure, he had been wearing a dressing gown navy blue and exposed a dancer's chest waxed for perfection. I tried to forget what I saw and settled down in the double bed, checking the time, just gone ten past twelve and turned off the light. An arm came over the quilt and pulled me into a embrace and a softly said.
''Hush now, you're never alone. Pleasant dreams.''