It was the middle of the night, you were sitting in your room. You were sitting by your bed, reading, with a lamp on so you could properly see the words on the pages. Out of nowhere, you heard something constantly running into your window. Said thing that was constantly running into your window sounded larger than a bird and it was the middle of the night which made it even stranger. You sat up and looked over. It was a man with moth wings flying into your window over and over again. Of course, it scared you at first but he didn’t seem to be after you, instead, he was staring at the lamp you had on in your room like it was the most magnificent thing he had ever seen.

“Light…Let me in,” Will murmured as he continued bonking his head against your window, trying to get in because of the light.