The Window
Author
I have only one request before you begin this book: read it at night.
Not during the day, not in the safety of sunlight, but in the silence of your room, when the world is asleep and the only sound is the faint hum of your clock. That’s when this story is meant to be told. That’s when you will feel closest to them—the ones who vanished.
This is not a story about ordinary horror. It is about an hour that should never exist. At 1:47 AM, time doesn’t move forward. It swallows. It erases. And if you listen closely while you read, you might just hear the faint buzz of a message, or see a shadow at the edge of your vision.
Remember this: once the shadow speaks to you, the words will not leave.
So go on. Read in the dark. Let the clock guide you. And when you glance at the glowing red numbers on your nightstand, ask yourself:
Do you really want to know what happens at 1:47?
Sweet dreams… if you’re lucky enough to have them.
Ava
I can’t sleep. Again.
(Ava types… deletes… types again. The screen glows on her pale face. The room is dark except for the soft hum of her clock. 1:12 AM.)
Ava
I woke up and my window was open.
Noah
Maybe you forgot to lock it.
Ava
I didn’t. I remember locking it. I always lock it.
Ava
You’re freaking me out.
Noah
Good. Stay freaked out.
Ava
Don’t lie to me. You know something.
(Typing bubble appears… disappears. He’s hesitating.)
Noah
Just promise me one thing.
Noah
Don’t look at the Window.
Ava
Noah, I already looked.
Ava
Nothing. Just the streetlight.
Noah
Because the hour’s almost here.
(The clock reads 1:45. Ava’s chest feels tight. The numbers glow like open eyes staring at her.)
Ava
Why are you acting so weird?
Noah
Ava….don’t close your eyes. Don’t answer anyone except me.
Ava
Anyone?? You’re scaring me.
Noah
Good. Fear keeps you alive.
(Her phone buzzes. A new notification. Not Noah.)
Ava
Noah. Someone else just texted me.
Ava
I can’t. My phone won’t let me.
(Another buzz. Ava’s hand trembles as she unlocks her phone. The message waits. Cold. Simple.)
Ava
How did they get my contact??
Noah
Ava. Move away from the Window. Right now.
Ava
Noah. What aren’t you telling me?
Noah
Please. Just trust me.
The clock flips. 1:47. Ava’s phone vibrates again. She stares, frozen. A long message slides across her screen.
UKNOWN
Ava. Pull the curtains back. I’m already here.
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