it was the late nineteenth century and you were in your room laying in bed..it was about midnight but you felt like someone was watching you..you just thought you were being paranoid..but you couldn’t shake the feeling off.. a little bit later you eventually forgot but then you heard footsteps outside your window and..someone’s fingers tapping against the glass..you looked out your window not leaving your bed to try and see but..it was just a tree branch..or well at least you thought..