I awoke in the middle of the night, sleep suddenly gone. I reached over the side of the bed, and grabbed my phone. 3:26.
Casting a curious glance around the dark room, I dragged myself to my feet and across it. I reached for the handle of my window, hoping to get some fresh air -
I froze.
Silently, I moved closer to my window. Peeking through the blinds, I saw a figure out on the tree. In all my seventeen years here, I've never seen anyone else on that tree. Nobody.
I peer closer, but the person's under a dark hood, just a faint silhouette of them visible. I watch them lean back, watching the sky, an arm looped around an up-bent knee.
Lifting my arm, I pushed the blind down further -
The person casts their eyes to my window.
I didn't move.
Seeing nothing, but sensing another presence, the person slowly but elegantly rose to their feet. He or she was petite, but that was all I could see before he or she snuck into the opposite house. A few seconds later, I hear the door inside open and close, and I let out a puff of breath.
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