Jacob could barely keep his eyes open, finally drifting off to sleep when he heard a single tap on his bedroom window. It was 3:33 in the morning and he had to convince himself that he was only dreaming. Who in the hell could possibly be at his window at this ungodly hour.
He pulled the blankets up over his head, and struggled to drift off once again, when another sharp double-tap rudely awakened him again. This time he was certain it wasn't a dream, but he felt paralyzed to move in fear of another knock, or even worse.
About the Creator
In The Blink of Her Eye
Time itself bent and morphed, allowing Shannon the precious seconds needed to see and adjust to the disaster unfolding in front of her. Each frame showed minute details she would have missed had the clock not slowed down until she heard every click of the hands as they swept toward the end of everything. If only she was being melodramatic...
By Lisa VanGalen4 days ago in Fiction
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Remember in 70's Night Gallery, your writing brought me back to watching those episodes. thanks