Every night I hear knocking on my window. Being blind all my life, that sound was the only thing telling me where it was. One night I walked over to the window to lock it like I usually do.
My hands found nothing but freezing cold air. As I sit in the cold silence of my room, I pray the knocking comes back. Because without it, whatever it is could be anywhere.
Posted Aug 13, 2026, 4:43 PM UTC
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