My Five Year Old Asked About A Man Who Visits At Night And I Set Up A Camera

Gerald the rabbit and Princess Cloud the blanket.

I had almost talked myself the rest of the way into this when, at thirteen minutes past one in the morning, I heard a sound.

It was very quiet. The softest possible version of something touching glass, the suggestion of a knuckle rather than a knock, once, and then nothing. I sat completely still on the continue reading …