a woman sitting in front of a window at night

Late one night, Sarah sat alone in her tiny apartment, scrolling through her phone. A storm raged outside, lightning briefly illuminating the room. She glanced at the window and froze.A pale face was staring at her from the darkness.Her breath hitched as her eyes darted back to the screen, pretending she hadn’t noticed. Her mind raced. Call someone? Run? The next flash of lightning revealed the face again--closer now.Shaking, she crept toward the kitchen, grabbing the largest knife she could find. When she turned back, the face was gone.Relief washed over her, until she heard a slow creak behind her. The closet door she swore she had closed was ajar.The last thing she saw was a pale hand reaching out from the shadows.