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This is my friend’s story.
Late at night, the window in his room continued banging. This went on for quite some time. His apartment faced a busy road, so it was possible people were tapping on it to mess with him. The shutters were closed at night, so he wasn’t worried about intruders. But having said that, it wasn’t like he could entirely ignore it, either. More than anything, it was annoying.
Ready to give the perpetrator a piece of his mind, he grabbed a wooden bat and made his way towards the window. The moment he heard the sound again, he quickly opened the shutters. But there was nobody there.
He found this suspicious, but as he went to close the shutters again, something suddenly hung down over the top of his window.
It was a child’s upside down face. Although the child seemed to mistake the distance between them and their foreheads violently clashed, sending my friend to the ground.
“It was like seeing stars. Seriously, just like that,” he said. When he looked up again, nobody was there.
Perhaps they were also in pain, not to mention the awkwardness of it all. After that, the window never made a sound again.