The Shadows in the Window

Last night, I woke up at 3 AM, staring at the window in my bedroom. The moonlight illuminated the room, and for a split second, I thought I saw something move in the glass. It was barely noticeable—just a dark, shifting figure. I rubbed my eyes, thinking it was a trick of the light.

Then, the figure moved again.

I froze. There, in the reflection, standing behind me, was a tall, thin shadow. I spun around, but my room was empty. I turned back to the window. The shadow was gone.

Panic set in. My heart raced. I grabbed my phone, but when I looked at the time, it read 3:01 AM—exactly one minute since I first saw the shadow.

This morning, I checked the window frame. No dust, no fingerprints. But, as I leaned in to clean the glass, I noticed something strange: the reflection of my own face was smiling.

I haven’t slept since….