The Midnight Visitor

Every night at exactly 2:14 AM, a poor girl heard someone knock on her window… even

though she lived on the third floor. The knocks were gentle at first, almost polite,

as if the stranger didn’t want to scare her. One night, curiosity beat fear,

and she finally looked outside. A rich, elegant vampire stood floating in

the air, staring at her like he’d known her forever. She tried to scream, but he calmly said,

‘I’m not here to hurt you… I’m here because you called me.’ Confused, she insisted she

never called anyone. He smiled sadly and whispered, ‘Not you. The you from last

night. The you who doesn’t exist anymore.’ Before she could reply,