Knock Knock Knock... The window vibrates with every hit. Every night at 3:15am the knocking doesn't fail. The women in purple calls out to me for help. Her eyes glow pure white and her skin is blue to grey, and drenched from head to toe .
All I can do is lay on my bed under the covers peeking from beneath them as she torments me from outside my window. She calls my name with such grace and friendliness, some how it always sounds like someone I know. The trickery becomes clever every night but I am no fool.
Even if it was my mother, best friend, my boyfriend I could never be fooled from my 8th story window.
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