🌘 The Window That Shouldn't Be There

I don't know when that window appeared.

It was a rainy night when Adam first noticed it.

He went home from get off work and accidentally glimpsed it at the corner of the corridor.

On the east side of the fourth floor, where there should have been a blank wall,

there was a narrow window.

There was no window frame or glass, just a black hole so deep that you couldn't see the bottom.

Adam was stunned, and the rain dripped down his hair to his collar, and he shuddered.

Maybe he remembered it wrong?

He quickly turned his eyes away and hurried upstairs.

But since that night, the window seemed to grow in his mind and couldn't be shaken off.

At first, he tried to ignore it.

The window didn't seem to exist during the day, but every late at night, when the corridor was silent,

he could always glimpse the unfathomable darkness in the corner of the residual light.

What's even stranger is that there seems to be movement behind the window.

Sometimes it was a faint knocking sound, like nails tapping on wood.

Sometimes, it was a low breath, so close that it seemed to be next to my ear.

Adam began to suffer from insomnia.

He tried to stop in front of the window, but he could not see anything.

The darkness flowed like liquid, swallowing up all the inquiring eyes.

At two o'clock in the morning, Adam could not bear it anymore and decided to find out.

He took a flashlight, wore slippers, and quietly came to the window.

The corridor was empty, and the lights made an unstable humming sound due to years of disrepair.

Adam took a deep breath and aimed the flashlight beam at the window.

There was a dead silence.

The light seemed to be swallowed by a black hole, without even a reflection.

He stretched out his hand, hesitating whether to reach in.

Just when his fingertips were about to touch the darkness——

A hand suddenly stretched out from the window!

Pale, thin, with dark yellow nails, tightly clasped Adam's wrist.

The cold touch wrapped around his skin like a snake, so strong that he couldn't break free.

Adam screamed, the flashlight fell to the ground, and the light circle spun wildly on the floor.

In the depths of the darkness, something was approaching.

Panting, footsteps, some kind of wet crawling sound...

Closer and closer.

A dull click suddenly came from the end of the corridor.

It was the fire door that opened by itself.

A gust of cold wind poured into the corridor.

The light flickered a few times and then went out completely.

When the emergency light came on, the corridor was empty.

There was only a broken flashlight on the ground,

and a drop of deep red liquid that had not yet dried.

That window was still there.

It was open, dark, as if nothing had happened.