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I have this strange premonition that someday soon, I'll be visited by a ghost.
These windows I leave open at night when there is pleasant breeze outside. The leaves & trees out back rustle. And for the most part, I'm not bothered.
But there's something out there. And it's waiting for the right moment. To scratch at the screen ever so creepily. Tap. And wait to be noticed.
Then stare at me.
Maybe it's just me, just my imagination - a culmination of all the horror movies I've seen. I can't pinpoint it. But this feeling, it's strange.
I hope no one died around here. I hope it doesn't come for me. It shouldn't, really. No motive, no reason to.
But I'd like to embrace it. To try and understand. I want it to be at peace.
These windows I leave open.