Lisa Winslow had always found comfort in the quiet of her small town, where the nights were calm and the only sounds were the rustling of leaves. But tonight, the silence felt thick, almost suffocating. She couldn't shake the feeling that wasn't right. Every shadow seemed to stretch longer, every creak in the house louder. She couldn’t sleep.
Just as she was about to drift off, loud tapping broke the silence. Her eyes shot open. The sound was coming from her bedroom window. She lived on the second floor.
At first, she thought it was her imagination. Maybe a branch caught in the wind, but there were no trees close enough to touch the glass. The tapping grew louder and faster, as if someone, or something, was desperate to get in; her heart was pounding. She slowly slid out of her bed. She slowly slid out of her bed, with trembling hands. She pulled her bedroom blinds aside and looked out.
Nothing
Relieved, she let out a shaky breath and climbed back to be, her phone buzzled on the nightstand. the glow of the screen slicing through the dark, she glanced at it and froze. A new message.
“I can't see you now, open the blinds now.”
Her stomach tightened. She typed back quickly, “Who is this?”
The reply came instantly, "I'm still watching you”.
Panicking, she raced to the window again. no one was outside. She turned around, feeling dizzy
Her phone buzzed one last time, “I'm already inside.”
Her bedroom door creaked.
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