![]() The finger tapped again, the nail a metallic ticking against the glass, and a voice spoke. Tapered ears pressed flat to the skull, and long hair as fine as milkweed shimmered in the air like a corona. Slanted almond-shaped eyes glowed with sullen reds, scarlet as blood. A narrow, pointed face grinned at me with a thousand needle teeth and the predatory cheer of a fox in a henhouse. One hand was splayed on the glass with long thin fingers and skin as pale as the moon. It hung outlined in the window by a scrubbed and shining lunar light. I didn't know anyone out here and no one lived close enough to be merely passing by. ![]() For a split second I forgot that I didn't have any friends since we moved. So I looked up without alarm at the window that hung at the end of my bed. Your friend for the summer, your best pal at school… just passing by, you know? It was a rapping rich with familiarity and goodwill. It wasn't terrifying it wasn't supernatural. ![]()
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