The Streetlight at 3:17 AM

Scary story time. When I was younger, my town installed new streetlights. They were supposed

to make things safer. One night, I noticed something weird. Every time the streetlight

outside my window turned on… my room got colder. Not darker — colder. At first,

I thought it was just my imagination. But then I started waking up at exactly 3:17 AM every night.

No alarm. No noise. Just… awake. And every time, the streetlight

was on. One night, I heard something outside. Not footsteps.

Not talking. Breathing. Slow. Wet. Like it was right

beneath my window. I didn’t look. I knew better than to look. The next morning,