The Last Window

I woke up to the sound of tapping on my bedroom window, but when I opened my eyes,

the curtains were already swaying as if someone had just slipped away, and as I approached,

breath fogged the glass from the outside, forming the words "DON’T TURN AROUND" just as footsteps

creaked behind me and I spun, heart pounding, realizing the message wasn't a warning

but a trap—because the reflection in the window showed someone still standing exactly where I

had been.