Eyeless Jack

Knock, knock, knock. Outside it's pouring rain; you can hear the rain falling on your roof, echoing more the sound of rocks than water. But the knocking is a completely different noise from the rain; one that feels out of place in the quiet of your bedroom. You turn over in bed, looking at the window on the far wall. You perceive a figure residing on the other side, patches of deep blue arranged around sunken voids. It raises its hand and knocks again.

Knock, knock, knock. Outside, it's pouring rain. You can hear the rain pattering on your roof, echoing more the sound of rocks than water. But the knocking is a completely different noise from the rain; one that feels out of place in the quiet of your bedroom. You turn over in bed, staring at the window on the far wall. You sense a figure on the other side, patches of deep blue arranged around sunken voids. It raises its hand and knocks on the window again. "Let me in."