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Warmth radiated around the boxy room like a haze, creating a still atmosphere devoid of breeze or draught. Uncomfortable slumber in the summer night was interrupted by a three curious noises…

Tik tik tik…

I stirred uneasily and opened an eye to a shadowy wall and-

Tik tik tik…

I gasped at that sinister sound in my state of semi-consciousness. Saliva in my mouth was a paste that refused to even trickle down my parched throat. Closing my eyes again I turned in my bed, which was made harder by my clammy state. I allowed my eyes to adjust to the swaying shadows on the ceiling. They were the usual, deceiving forms, tree branches that look like scrawny fingers. My breathing eased as-

Tik tik tik…

I was up like startled cat, clumsily kicking off my quilt and rolling off the bed to the solid floor, where my feet found a place. I stared, wide-eyed, at my window.
Outside, like some grotesque balloon, floated the face. It was sickly pale, chalky in its complexion, and its skin was stretched tight over its bloated, bald head. Leering at me with thick white lips, the thing bobbed and nodded ever so gently this way and that, despite the air being stiflingly close, breezeless. It had no ears but upon the middle of its face was a bulbous nose, and above it two large, buggy eyes that seemed to be all pupil, two seas of black ink that were as deep as they were frighteningly wide.
It rotated awkwardly to reveal its underside, where its skin was pulled together and tied with a thin, wispy string like a strand of hair. It was a living balloon. An evil, floating, nightmare. And it had a gelatinous arm that was held to its head by the string that kept its rotten black innards from spilling out. It was long, bent upwards at what appeared to be the elbow, and its long fingers stroked and teased the window.

It lifted one back, and tapped the glass.

Tik tik tik.

I screamed. The thing let out a wail in return, stretching its wide lips far back to reveal goofy teeth in a black hole, and its eyes became tow huge pools, is forehead bloating yet more.
It burst, spraying its muck over my window, blotting me out from the world outside that had grown insane and beyond my comprehension.