I can't tell you how many times I had heard it. At first it started out as the sound of pebbles hitting my window. I kept my eyes closed and pretended to be sleeping. Frustrated, the gentle taps turned into pounding. Bang, Bang, Bang. It echoed. It was begging me to let it in.

No matter what I kept my eyes closed. Don't face the window. Nights have gone by and I am surprised my glass has not broken. The salt I sprinkle by my window each morning is nothing but black dust the next morning. It wants in.

Every night it bangs on the window. Every night I hear it. First comes the sound of the pebbles, then comes the pounding and clawing. The window shakes and moans. I can sometimes hear its breathing.

Lat night, it stopped. Maybe it had pounded so hard it made itself tired. All was quiet. I still did not open my eyes. I knew it was a trap. I laid there with the cover over my head and tried to sleep. My fear would not let me.

I knew it was there, watching me, angry with me. If it gets in I know it will release all the wrath it has bottled up on me. The pounding began again. It was harder this time, louder. The next sound I heard was the glass shatter. I still dared not to open my eyes.