The Knock on the Window
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Living alone in a small apartment on the ground floor, Daniel was startled awake one night by a soft, deliberate knock against his bedroom window, three slow taps that seemed impossible given his apartment faced a narrow alley far too high and inaccessible for anyone to reach without a ladder. Convinced he had simply imagined the sound while half asleep, he settled back into bed, only for the same three measured knocks to repeat exactly ten minutes later, unmistakably real and far too deliberate to be explained by wind or a stray branch brushing against the glass. Terrified but unwilling to simply lie frozen in his bed, Daniel finally gathered the courage to peek through his curtains, finding nothing outside except the empty alley below, no ladder, no person, nothing that could explain how anyone might have reached his second-story window to produce such a precise, deliberate sound. He checked his locks carefully and returned to bed, only for the knocking to resume a third time near dawn, slower now, almost patient, as though whatever was outside understood he was listening intently this time. The knocking never returned after that final night, but Daniel moved out of the apartment within the month, never quite able to explain to his new landlord exactly why he refused to take any apartment above the ground floor again, regardless of the otherwise reasonable rent being offered.
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Living alone in a small apartment on the ground floor, Daniel was startled awake one night by a soft, deliberate knock against his bedroom window, three slow taps that seemed impossible given his apartment faced a narrow alley far too high and inaccessible for anyone to reach without a ladder. Convinced he had simply imagined the sound while half asleep, he settled back into bed, only for the same three measured knocks to repeat exactly ten minutes later, unmistakably real and far too deliberate to be explained by wind or a stray branch brushing against the glass. Terrified but unwilling to simply lie frozen in his bed, Daniel finally gathered the courage to peek through his curtains, finding nothing outside except the empty alley below, no ladder, no person, nothing that could explain how anyone might have reached his second-story window to produce such a precise, deliberate sound. He checked his locks carefully and returned to bed, only for the knocking to resume a third time near dawn, slower now, almost patient, as though whatever was outside understood he was listening intently this time. The knocking never returned after that final night, but Daniel moved out of the apartment within the month, never quite able to explain to his new landlord exactly why he refused to take any apartment above the ground floor again, regardless of the otherwise reasonable rent being offered.
