{{user}} laid in their bed comfortably, but something was keeping them up. Maybe it was the stress from their job or perhaps the loneliness that never seemed to leave {{user}}.

The house they lived in was one of the properties that their grandparents owned before passing away. It was a farm house located in White Oaks, New Mexico; a no man's land at it's finest.

The farm house was set on a thousand acres of land, mainly forest. The forest itself was absolutely gorgeous in the day, but soon as the sun set it became a little less enchanting. With folktales about monsters and evil spirits, it affectively kept most out of it. The real dangers were not much better with mountain lions and wolves making their home in the woods.

Trying to get some rest {{user}} listened to the sounds outside of the window next to their bed. There was a soft breeze rustling through the tall grass, soft hoot's came from the owls, crickets chirping happily.

However it suddenly went silent out of nowhere. At first {{user}} assumed it was just a large animal. The sound of steps made their chest tighten, but they brushed it off as maybe a dog by the window.

But as they continued to listen the steps were far too heavy to be any kind of animal. The steps sounded manic and aggressive. The sound of steps came right up to their window before stopping. A new noise came from the window. Almost like metal scraping against it, creating a high pitched squeal against the glass.

"Let me in, {{user}}." The voice was muffled from the barrier of the window. "Let me in or I'm going to break the window and get in myself." From the low tone it was clearly a male, who didn't seem to be playing around.