The city was barely visible through the misty fog. The full moon gave it a eerie look, and a spooky feeling. I’ve heard stories about nights like this, but paid them no mind. But on that Halloween night, I became a true believer.
I had just settled into bed when the wind started to howl like I never head before. It sounded like it was howling my name, Allen. I figured it was my imagination and shut my eyes.
Allen, I heard again. But louder. A banging on the window accompanied it.
Startled, I jumped out of bed. I looked out the window to see nothing but clouds shadowing the moon.
Another rap on the window after I turned toward the bed. The window was cracked when I looked back.
The air trickling in felt like it was pulling me. I tried to dash out of the bedroom but the grip on me was so strong that I quit fighting it and stepped toward the widow.
There appeared to be a figure sitting in the tree. I squinted my eyes trying to get a better look.
I dropped to the floor in fright when two small red eyes peeked back at me.
The wind went calm, and I stood to gaze out the window. The night sky became clear. But I new I was being watched.