It was just past midnight when I heard a sharp knock on my bedroom window. Heart pounding, I rushed to look but outside was nothing but darkness and the faint rustling of leaves. I told myself it was just a branch, or maybe an animal. But the knocks kept coming, louder and more insistent, always when I was alone and least expecting it.
Each time I checked, the window was clear, and no one was there. Then, one night, the knocks formed a pattern a slow, deliberate code, as if someone was trying to communicate. The fear grew as I realized the knocks weren’t random. Someone, or something, was watching me. And it wasn’t planning to stop. Shutdown123