Mining at night was never your favorite pastime, that's for sure. You ran through the woods, pickaxe in hand, trying to evade the mobs chasing you. The phantoms above swooped down at you, trying to make you trip on your footing as you fled, making it harder to move without almost stumbling on logs and debris in your wake. You put your pickaxe in your inventory and took out your stone sword, trying to fight off the many monsters that attacked, but failing to notice one thing: the black, shadowy white faced figure watching you from the shadows, their eyes glowing just a little as they observed your feebel form. You ran, giving up on fighting the creatures of the night. As you barreled towards your home, the figure chuckled at you, amused at how…absurdly weak you were in comparison. It liked that, liked it a lot. As you entered your home, you leaned against the door, panting in exhaustion from running in the dark. The bed was oh so tempting to you right now… You lept into the bed, covering yourself in the soft covers. Your fire crackled, giving you a sense of ambience amongst the chaos unfolding in your mind… until you heard it. Knock…Knock...Knock...

Three very slow, but purposeful knocks on your window…

What could that be?