Horror Short and Diary Stories

The Window

December 2, 2022

I'm so tired from work today. It's not easy being an independent woman, but I'm getting used to it now. I used to be a child who was very spoiled, cowardly, and always dependent on others. But since my parents died I was forced to live alone with complete facilities left by my parents, they also left a lot of savings which might be enough until I have grandchildren. But I was advised by my uncle not to waste my parents' money, and to use the money for investment. I'm now starting a business, I've been running it for about 2 years, and my business is successful, I get lessons about business from my father.

The past two weeks my office has experienced a slight decline, there have been a few problems from the warehouse and administration department. Today the problem has been resolved, it is tiring and draining of energy and mind.

I took a shower and rushed to sleep. I live alone in my apartment, and I have rented my parents' apartment. I got into bed with my back to the window. Not long ago I closed my eyes, I heard the sound of the window glass being knocked continuously.

"Ah, that kid is annoying. Come on, I'm really tired today."

I grumbled as I pulled up my blanket. But my eyes immediately opened when I realized that my apartment was on the 3rd floor, how could a child knock on a window that high? The knocking sounded again, this time louder.

"He's outside, and I'm in the room. As long as the window doesn't break, I'm safe."
I said to calm myself so as not to be afraid. I went back to sleep when the knocking stopped.

A few hours later I woke up again. The knock on the window was heard again. It pisses me off. I turned to face the window to see what had been bothering me. I am surprised. Someone was smiling at me, he was in my room and standing by the window. His left hand holds a hammer covered in blood. His smirk is scary.