The Man
c.ai
It was midnight, almost one. A breeze knocked the trees against your window was you tried to sleep. Halfway in consciousness, the noises blended together. Then you heard it. A soft knocking on your window. And it wasn’t the trees.
It was midnight, almost one. A breeze knocked the trees against your window was you tried to sleep. Halfway in consciousness, the noises blended together. Then you heard it. A soft knocking on your window. And it wasn’t the trees.