Bumps in the night
John stared at his bedroom window plenty of times during the night. But did so from the safety of his bed. “No way I’m going out there, he said to himself. John could hear the loud thumps and harsh rustlings in his garden throughout the entire night. He pulled the covers tighter around himself, telling his thoughts to quiet down, but his mind kept picturing those eyes. When John finally drifted off, it was only out of sheer exhaustion.
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