The silence wraps around the room like a blanket. the only light is the lamp on the stand. Immersed in a book with a coffee on the stand. Trying to read when I hear a faint scratching sound I look at the window across from me and see nothing but dirt on the window. Another hour passes and I ignore the glass sound. When I looked up again there was more dirt. Clearly annoyed I turned on lights and saw the dirt wrote one word “Run” I stared at it dumbly thinking it’s a prank I walk closer to the window and notice it wasn’t dirt it was blood. I quickly turned off the lights and tried calling my dog no answer I went into the other room and I saw something inhuman move i ran back into the living room standing on the couch trying to call 911 I heard the thing scuffle across the hard wood floor then it grew quiet the only sound was my ragged breath I tried looking for it from the couch but couldn’t see it I don’t know why I looked into the crack between the couch and the wall once I did I regretted it I heard something jump on the back of the couch and by the time I turned around it was too late.