Literature
The Tall Thing
I normally sleep with the window open, it's just a habit and I live on the third floor of an apartment building so it's perfectly safe...or so I thought. Three nights ago was the last night I will ever sleep with the window open again in my life. To be honest, it all started a couple weeks ago. I had been hearing scratching on the outside of the building somewhere near my window for a few weeks, but I always figured it was just a bird. One night, though, I heard it again but really close to my window this time. Assuming it was a bird again, and not wanting it to fly in, I shut the window and went back to sleep. When I woke up the next morning