The numbers on the alarm clock read 3:33 when Key sat straight up in bed and blinked sleepy eyes before he stared around his room for whatever had awoken him.

Glaring around in the moonlit darkness nothing looked to be out of place.

Sighing in frustration and desperate to go back to sleep, Key stretched and laid back down tugging the covers up to his chin as he did.

His sheets rustled as he got comfortable but quickly the silence of the night took over and let him hear what he always thought of as the soothing sounds of the country.

Eyes closed he felt himself drifting off only to be jerked away again by something he couldn’t point out.

The hair on the back of his neck stood up as he peered around the room again, there had to be some reason for why he awoke so suddenly when he was typically a sound sleeper.

“Its probably just one of the dogs making noise somewhere else in the house.” He muttered to himself, although not quite believing what he was thinking.

A deep sigh came again as he sat up and the light beside his bed. Swinging his legs over the side and into fluffy slippers his friends had given him as a joke, Key shuffled over to the door leading into his bathroom.

After doing what he needed and figuring that was what really woke him, Key headed back to his room.

He was met with pitch black, his lightbulb seeming to have blown when he was gone.

With sleep threatening to drop him where he stood, Key headed back to bed.

Until movement in the corner of his room caught his eye.

From the glass of his computer screen Key could see the reflection of his window curtains fluttering in the night breeze.

Grumbling about how he had left his window open, Key walked over and pushed the heavy window back into place. His movements were second nature as he closed the window he usually closed before bed.  

A cold wind whipped his hair just before the wood slid into place.

Shivering, he wrapped his arms around himself and rubbed his hands up and down them.

But as he rubbed the shivering didn’t go away.

Grumbling still about how tired he was, Key reached up to turn the lock. His arm was up, half way extended to the window when he saw it.

A pale face stared back in at him. Dark hollow looking eyes stared back at him and Key felt all colour drain from his face.

His heart raced and he stepped back, arm still outstretched as the grotesque face stared back at him, lips curled up in what shouldn’t be described as a smile.

Falling back, Key scrambled back on all fours, his heart felt like it would burst from his chest.

Still smiling, the face in the window stared straight into Key’s eyes.

Eyes watering, Key blinked.

Terrified at what he would see when his eyes opened, Key slowly peered through one eye.

The face was gone.

The only thing in the window was the pitch blackness of the night sky and the sight of a thousand stars shining brightly.

Frozen with fear, Key couldn’t move. He sat on his floor shaking for hours until his mother came in to wake him for school.

He had thought about it all night as he sat paralyzed in fear and there was one thing that terrified him most of all. More terrifying than a horrifying face staring in his window.

There was no balcony or ledge outside his room and his window was on the second floor.

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Honestly, this is my biggest fear when I wake up at night. I always get spooked looking at my window on the chance that somebody is staring in at me, even if I'm on the second floor.

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Loves Kat