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Chilling Tales for Dark Nights.
A Knock on the Window,
I lay in my bed, restless and alone, on a dark and silent night. I toss and turn in
my bed, trying to find a comfortable spot, but I feel uneasy. Something about tonight
just didn't feel right. I toss and turn until I finally find a comfortable position.
I close my eyes, but it doesn't make a difference, it's too dark in my room to see a thing anyways.
I guess it takes time for my eyes to adjust to darkness. I lay there, still and silent
on a dark and dank night. My body is relaxed, my mind is blank, and I'm ready for some much
needed rest. Instantly, the silence is shattered and my mind fills with fearful thoughts as
my startled eyes flash open.
Knock. Knock.
It's almost undoubtedly the sound of a fist on glass. But no, it couldn't be, what would
someone's motivation be to wake someone alone in their home? Think logically. If someone
wanted to break in, why would they warn me with a knock? They would just break in, making
a loud and obvious noise, or try to be as silent as possible. Why would they knock?
Monsters don't exist. I could give myself some peace of mind and simply look out the
window, but I'm facing the other way and I'm too timid to turn my head, afraid of finding
my greatest fears standing outside my window. What could it be though? Maybe a couple of
birds flew into my window. No, that's too unrealistic. Could a group of kids be running
around late at night, knocking on windows to get a few laughs? It's a possibility. Come
to think of it, maybe it was my imagination. Maybe I heard the usual creak in the house
and my paranoid mind has mistaken it for a knock.
Knock. Knock.
Nope, that definitely wasn't my imagination. Those damn kids are persistent. They don't
want to quit until they get that reaction. Maybe some sick twisted freak is standing
outside waiting for me to look so he can smash through and attack me. No, don't think that.
Don't get Paranoid. Besides, he's outside, I'm inside, until I hear a shatter, I know
I'm safe. Monsters don't exist. Besides, I haven't moved yet, hopefully those kids will
think I'm a heavy sleeper and leave me alone.
Knock Knock.
No, it can't be kids. No kid would wait around this long just to get a reaction from one,
lonely guy; they'd just get bored and move along. But, what could it be? Why would a
serial killer target me, of all people? Think logically. Monsters don't exist. Don't get
paranoid. They're outside, I'm inside, until I hear a shatter, I know I'm safe. But if
it's not a monster or some sort of killer, what could it be? Just pretend to be asleep
and maybe they'll go away.
Knock. Knock.
Oh God I can't think of a noise I hate more than that persistent knock! Please go away!
Just leave me alone and let me be! There's no hope. It's going to get in here and do
sick and horrible things to me. Inhale. Take deep breaths. I can feel my heart pound out
of my chest just relax.
Monsters don't exist. Remember, they're outside, I'm inside, until I hear a shatter I know
I'm safe. Repeat that. Don't let your fear get the best of you. Just pretend to be asleep.
Don't move a muscle.
Knock. Knock.
They're outside, I'm inside, until I hear a shatter, I know I'm safe. Monsters don't
exist. Just pretend to be asleep and pray it'll go away.
Knock. Knock.
They're outside, I'm inside, until I hear a shatter, I know I'm safe. Frightful tears
begin to drip down my face. Monsters don't exist. Monsters DO NOT exist. I begin to whisper
to myself, "They're outside, I'm inside, until I hear a shatter, I know I'm safe. They're
outside, I'm inside, until I hear a shatter, I know I'm safe."
Knock. Knock.
I CAN'T TAKE IT ANY MORE! I'm gonna go mad listening to these knocks! At least if I see
what it is I'll have peace of mind! Take a deep breath. I repeat to myself, one more
time, "They're outside, I'm inside, until I hear a shatter, I know I'm safe." I take
a few more breaths, my heart pounding as hard as it's ever pounded at a mile a minute. I
slowly turn my head to face the window.
My heart sinks into my chest and I'm too afraid to scream or move. I turned my head to find
a pale figure with beady, black eyes staring through me and into my soul as a horrid grin
creeps across its face. It was standing inside the whole time, knocking on my window.