The monitor flickered and displayed an unknown text message: "Sleep tight, I'm already inside your house." I heard slow, dragging footsteps crawling down the hallway. I looked at the security camera: the intruder was sitting on my bed, staring straight at me through the screen.
The photo on my lock screen has always been my childhood bedroom window. I just noticed a pale hand pressing against the glass from the outside that wasn't there yesterday. 🪟