I am shivering and terrified. There is something standing in the corner of my room, staring.

 A car passes by, its light revealing to me that it's my coat, haphazardly hung on the wall by a crooked nail. I sigh in relief.

  Wait. I hear something. The screaming static voice of a weeping woman. I look up over my blanket and see my faulty T.V, switching in out of connection. I relax and laugh at myself, getting up to turn it off.                          When I turn it off, I hear the pitter-patter of small feet behind me. I tell myself none of it is real, that it's in my head, that when I turn to go to bed, nothing at all will be there.                                                                                          " Why is there a man staring through your window?" I hear someone ask, and I jump, turning around to realize it's my little brother, staring behind me, wide-eyed.

 I laugh, relax. Then realize what he said, and remember....

   I didn't latch my window.