in the dark of the night

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//frankxvampire!NNNF :O
//roommate mikey!!
//frankPOV

Scratch. Scratch. Scratch.

It was late at night, about 2 or 3 in the morning, when I once again heard a strange scratching sound at my bedroom window. This had been happening for about a week at this point. When I told Mikey about it he said it was probably just some wild animal or some branches but that didn't make any sense and he knew that. We lived on the third floor and we were nowhere near any trees, but we couldn't think of any other explanations, so we just let it be.

Scratch. Scratch. Scratch.

I rolled over in my bed and tried to drown out the sound by wrapping my pillow around my head. That worked for about 10 seconds before my ears adjusted and I could hear it again. I set the pillow back down in a huff and stared at the ceiling.

Scratch. Scratch. Scratch.

Tap. Tap. Tap.

Over and over and over again. I felt like I was going insane. I looked over at my window's curtains. I thought about pulling looking out to see what it was, but the thought of that scared me shitless.

Suddenly, the sound started to get louder. It sounded like whatever it was was scratching and clawing with purpose. I felt my blood freeze in my body as I laid there glued to my bed, froze in place. Cold sweat dripped down from my forehead to my pillow.

Click!

The lock on my window was undone. All the air in my lungs completely left my body all at once. I could feel the terror building up in my spine and neck but I couldn't move or speak or scream for Mikey. I laid there, still and powerless, as I heard my window slide open. There was a rustling from my curtains being opened. I didn't want to look but I couldn't close my eyes. I watched unwillingly as a dark figure stood still in the far corner of my room, watching me with red glowing eyes. It was too dark to make out any of their other features, but their eyes were unforgettable.

I could feel tears welling up in my eyes as the figure walked closer to me. The closer they got, the shaker my body became. They approached the side of my bed and we're dimly lit by the low light of my alarm clock. I could finally see their face. I could feel my heartbeat slow down just a bit. Their face was much more human than the darkness of my room had made it seem. Their long black hair poured down their desaturated face as they stared down at me. They furrowed their eyebrows almost as if they were confused by me.

"You're scared," They said calmly. I felt a shockwave go through my body and I heard them speak to me. If I could've talked in that moment I would have something along the lines of "No shit". They glanced back and forth between me and the window they came through. They turned away and walked back to the window. "They were right," They sighed to themself before crawling out of the room and back into the night.

Once they were gone and I had calmed myself down enough, I grabbed a pillow and a blanket and hauled ass in a dead sprint to Mikey's room, I didn't bother knocking. I barged in and laid down on his floor for the rest of the night, I didn't sleep.

-_-_-

The next morning, I eagerly watched as Mikey stirred awake at the sound of his alarm. I had been waiting to tell him about my encounter all night. He sat up in his bed and jumped when he saw me on his floor, staring.

"Jesus, Frankie!" He yelled and rubbed his eyes. "What are you doing!?" He blindly smacked his hand around his nightstand looking for his glasses.

"Okay so, I know this is gonna sound crazy but last night the scratching was happening again, right? And then it got louder and louder and then eventually my window opened and I was completely scared shitless and couldn't move. Then, this fucking ghoulish creature of the night came into my room and stared at me for like a solid minute and a half before jumping out of my window and y'know I'm not exactly a supernatural kind of guy but I didn't hear a thud at all, it was like they flew off into the night. It was weird and terrifying but they were eerily beautiful. Like a horrific painting."

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