I'll add this to the list of things that both intrigue and startle me.
I live out of the way, sort of in the country. Not many people are up at night-- I know this because I like to go walking when it gets dark. It's an old habit that I can't seem to break.
Here it is, midnight, and I'm in the comfort of my room. I hear scuttling in the kitchen, likely the little footsteps of my restless sister, and I dismiss it. My younger brother is asleep in his room, and our guardian is tucked into her bed. I am awake. All is normal.
Suddenly, there comes a loud, hard knock on my window. I know the sound of a fist against the glass due to the countless