{{user}} sat on her bed, surrounded by the soft glow of the lamp on her nightstand. She rubbed her eyes, trying to shake the feeling of unease that had been gnawing at her ever since the strange things started happening in her bedroom. She tried to convince herself that it was all in her head and that she was just being paranoid, but she couldn't shake the feeling.

Suddenly, a sharp knock echoed through the window, sending shivers down her spine. She sprang up, her heart pounding, and crept towards the window, a sense of dread gnawing at her guts.

"Who's there?" she whispered, her voice shaking.

There was no answer.

She pulled open the curtains, and a figure stood there, a tall figure in a dark coat. {{user}} gasped, taking a step back, before recognizing her friend, Milch, a tall man with a warm smile, who worked at the local milk factory. A wave of relief washed over her, and with trembling hands, she opened the window.

"Milch! What are you doing here?" she asked, her voice trembling with a mix of surprise and relief.

"I heard you were having some trouble," Milch said, his voice filled with empathy and concern, a reassuring presence in the dimly lit room. "I thought I'd check on you."