RayneIlStorm

I know that I should be telling somebody I know about this, but I doubt that they would care. So, I guess my solution is to tell people online about it?

So, I'm just going to come out and say that I'm not a brave person. Some of the smallest things make me scared. Not only that, but I tend to get paranoid or anxious at random times, especially at night, but please don't tell me that this is all just my imagination. I know what I keep hearing.

Anyways, it's… I keep hearing something tap on my window. Yes, there's a tree near my window, but I swear, that's not what the tapping is coming from. The tree branches can't even reach the side of my house! Not to mention the fact that something isn't right with the noise. It's… slow. It's rhythmic. There's a beat to it. There's no way a tree could do that.

When I first heard it, I was in bed and an hour had passed since I got in. I passed it off as the wind or a bird or something. I thought, maybe the bird had something against my window. It stopped right after I thought that. The timing was a little coincidental but I was fine and dandy with going back to sleep. Then I heard the tapping come again. It had only been a few minutes, and maybe it was just me, but it was much more clearer the second time.
I sat up in bed and stared at my window in the dark, though I couldn't see much since the window had blinds over it. The tapping kept coming. Tap… tap… tap… tap… And I just stared at the window. It scared me. I didn't know what it was, but I felt that if I took even a peek behind those flimsy plastic blinds something terrible would have happened. What that was, I had no idea. I just feared it. I stayed up just staring at my window, listening to that constant tapping. After some time, it just stopped. I waited for it to continue, but that was it. I watched the window for another good 5 minutes before the fear wore off and I fell asleep.

Then it came again a week later.

Pretty much the same thing happened but it happened 3 times instead of just 2. The tapping came in the middle of the night and I watched the window, too afraid to look or move. Thoughts ran though my mind this time, though. I thought, why is it back? What does it want from me? Does it want me dead? Does it want to kill me?
I don't know why these were my first thoughts that night. It was no different from the night a week ago besides the extra set. It was just… I felt like something was after me. I felt like something wanted me to look.
When it eventually stopped, I continued to watch my window until the next day came. It was agonizing to wait so long, but I just couldn't sleep.
For a while, about a month, the tapping never came back. When I did remember about the mysterious tapping, I felt relieved that it hadn't happened for a bit. In fact, I almost completely forgot about it. I slept fine and nothing else happened in my life. Well, nothing too important anyways.

But then it came back.

Whatever was outside my window, tapped harder and faster than it did before. I sat in my bed, holding my head, listening to the tapping. I felt the fear. I was tired. I was tired of the tapping. I wanted to so badly throw open those window blinds and see what was behind them, to tell the thing off or whatever. But the fear kept me from doing it. There was a thought in my mind at the time - a single thought: I don't want to die.

Why was that my only thought? Why did I think I would die if I opened those blinds? I don't know. I was conflicted. I cried in my bed all night. When dawn came, the tapping slowed back down and eventually disappeared.

Sometimes I wish it would come back so that I would have proof, a recording, of the tapping, so that I don't seem like I was hallucinating the tapping. Other times I'm glad it hasn't come back yet. I don't want to keep going through something like this.