It was 2 pm And I was doing what every normal teenager does at this time if night, roam the internet. I was blasting Panic! At the disco in my headphones, the volume was in the red zone somewhere and I couldn't hear anything but Brendon urie singing. But I heard something bump rhythmically, the sound was coming from the window.
I freaked. I sat there shocked, my brain started to buzz: ɪs sᴏᴍᴇᴏɴᴇ ᴛʀʏɪɴɢ ᴛᴏ ɢᴇᴛ ɪɴ?
I just sat there frozen, the sound kept on going an felt slightly more at easy, I knew who and what ever was trying to get in couldn't. Still, I didn't have the guts to go and check what and who was making a sound.
Eventually I must've fell asleep and when I woke up the sound was gone and daylight was shining through the curtains. I plucked up the courage and through my curtains open, and what I saw was.....
Nothing.
I tried tapping the window with different objects, trying to replicate the noise but nothing worked, I tried opening and closing the window but nothing matched.
I went to school still wondering and came home just the same. It is summer and really hot so maybe I was just imagining it. My dad went upstairs to open he windows since the sun was blazing in all it's Glory and at that moment I wished I was deaf. I wish I was still listening to Brendon urie full blast. I heard my dad in my room, trying to open the window, but it was locked. He didn't know though, he pulled the handle up thinking it would open. The sound was so familiar. Too familiar.
It was the sound from last night. The handles on the inside.
