Window

Every night at exactly 2:13 AM, Liam heard tapping on his window.

Tap.

Tap.

Tap.

At first, he thought it was a tree branch. But there were no trees outside his apartment.On the fourth night, he finally looked outside.Nothing was there.Just the empty street.Then his phone buzzed.

Unknown Number:“Wrong window.”Liam’s stomach dropped.Slowly, he turned around.

Tap.

Tap.

Tap.

This time it came from inside his room.

His closet door creaked open slightly.

“Who’s there?” he whispered.No answer. Only breathing.He grabbed a lamp and pulled the closet open.

Empty.

But scratched into the wall were four words:“LOOK UNDER THE BED.”Another text arrived.“Hurry before it copies you.”

Something suddenly crawled out from beneath the bed.A hand.His hand.Then a face appeared.His face.

Smiling at him.