Id: Daglas1986
The Whispering Window
It was nearly midnight when Emma noticed the old wooden window creaking open on its own. She had shut it hours ago. The storm outside had long passed, yet a cold gust still slipped through, carrying faint whispersโsoft, almost polite.
At first, she thought it was the wind. Until one of the whispers said her name.
Frozen in place, Emma stared at the glass. Her reflection shivered, but thenโฆ it smiled. Only, she wasnโt smiling.
A figure appeared behind the reflectionโtall, thin, with eyes like dying embers. It leaned closer to the glass and whispered again, this time clearer:
โMay I come in now?โ
The latch clicked open by itself.
When the police arrived the next morning, they found the room undisturbedโexcept for the window, which was sealed shut from the inside. On the fogged glass, written in the faint outline of a fingertip, were four words:
โThank you for letting me.โ