The Hand In My Window

by Kristina

When I was little, around 4-5, I remember laying in my bed, it was around midnight or so. My bed was placed near the window.

I wasn't sleeping, and suddenly I heard the knock on my window leaf. It was knocking very assertively and it felt like it wanted me to let it in. I looked at it and it was coming from the top of my window, not to mention we lived in a building on the 3rd floor. It was blacker than black and it looked like a very skinny wing.

I still don't know what it was, I ran out of my room to my mum and then when we came back to my room it wasn't there. I don't know what it was but it didn't look kindly at all.

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