2024-11-27: FATHER.
As per usual I was working on my site late in the hours of the day— but not too late to where my dad would tell me to go to bed. I was just about to shower since I typically shower at around 10:30, right? But when I came back to my room there was knocking at my window, a repetitive three-note rap-tap-tapping at the glass. Curious, I inch closer and closer to the window near my bed to check where it was coming from.Seeing nothing but the streets lit up by streetlamps in the dead of night, I felt something sinking into the pits of my stomach— fear. If it wasn’t that window, it had to be the other one that had the knocking at it. And to make things worse, it came again.
More carefully— more slowly, more thoughtfully— I inched towards the one by my laptop. My hand reaches out to the black curtain, albeit hesitantly. But I quickly held the curtain.
And drew it back, just a quarter. A smidge. Peeking my head past the fabric, I glance around and find it dark. Typical of nighttime, so I didn’t see anything wrong with it at all.
And then I saw it.
A mass of darkness.
A shadow.
That wasn’t the product of my own body casting a shadow against the light of my bedroom.
A split second, before I screamed, threw the curtain back over the window, and threw myself by my bed. My hand desperately clawed at my favorite pillow, juicing the comfort from the old thing as if it would relive me quicker the harder I squeezed.
Then my dad called.
It was my dad.
It was my dad all along. Not some stranger, not some run-of-the-mill evil-doer looking to… do evil… to me, but my very own FATHER.
WHAT. WHAT THE FUCK
They were putting up Christmas light and actually I went to go see them and altogether the thing looked cool.
Oh and apparently my mom discouraged him from doing so but he justDID IT ANYWAYS HELP???
sigh anyways here’s to another past-nighter cause no way I’m sleeping at 11 or 11:30 smh