I never liked the window in my dorm room. There was nothing physically wrong with the window itself; it just made me feel uncomfortable. I felt like I was being watched when I went near it.
During the first few months at school, I just thought that the feeling was homesickness or my mind playing tricks on me.
Then one night I was awoken by what sounded like someone softly knocking on my window. I got up from my bed and checked the window, but no one was there. Of course no one was there, I thought to myself. I lived on the fourth floor and there were no trees near my window. It was impossible for someone to be out there. However I was too freaked out by the “knocking” to fall back asleep. I was so certain that I had heard something and the little voice in my head kept telling me to check the window again.