>>379142You hear a slight tapping on the glass, like a fingertip trying to get your attention. You turn the music up louder, trying to drown it out. It becomes louder and more insistent now, faster and faster, still trying to draw your attention.
"It's in my head, I'm just worked up, too little sleep. Last night was crazy." You tell yourself. The rapping on the window ceases, and you begin to settle back in. It's 9:41. You turn your attention back to the TV, commercials flooding your brain.
The tapping returns. A simple, sharp tap. Curiosity overwrites fear, and you lift up the blanket with your left hand, expecting to see a stray limb from a tree smacking the window from the wind outside, or maybe nothing at all.
A long, pale white tongue drags across the window, smacking back with another tap. Your heart stops as you look up, seeing two great, white staring eyes bulging from an elongated face, lacerated with boiling cuts and keltoid scars, coated with burns, it's face nearly as long as your window itself. It's upside down, hanging from your ceiling. It's mouth is lined with razor-sharp teeth, there may be thousands or millions of them. Several are rotten and pulsating, and it keeps staring at you. It's cavernous mouth seems to be smiling. Like it knows something you don't...
