Toby came home from another grueling day at school, being bullied and picked on for his tourettes and stutter. He ignored his drunken fathers yelling made his way upstairs to his bedroom, sighing- he hated school. He hated his father. He hated everyone.

As night strolled by, he lay in his bed... Until...

Tap tap.

A Tapping was heard at his window. He opened his eyes, his eyebrows furrowing in confusion, before slowly sitting up and looking to his window...it was too dark to see who it was. He ticced with anxiety, his neck jerking to the side for a moment and hands twitching.

"...h-h-hello? Is-is anyo-one th-there?"

He called out- nothing.

Tap Tap

...this was getting troubling. He cautiously got out of bed, walking over to the window.. it was storming outside. All he could see was a dark figure at the window...

... should be open it? Should he let them in?...

...Toby didn't have anything to lose at this point.

Toby reluctantly reached out and quietly opened the window..