The lack of lighting used to blanket the hallway between the kitchen and bedrooms in darkness. At first I would think this was a bad thing. You know, not being able to see in the hallway at night? Those freaky little aspects of any household always threw me off.
My mother and I moved into this house a few years back; just a small one in the eastern portion of Wyoming. A kitchen, two bedrooms, a bathroom, and the living room. Then the only other floor was the attic. I was an only child and my mother and father had gotten a divorce when I was around ten or eleven; that's when we moved here... to leave the past behind.So, there was that dark hallway, which started from the kitchen and held both bedrooms; finishing with a dead end... a wall. There were no light fixtures in that hallway, nor a window. This would always bother my mother since she liked to keep everything lit in a home just for the sake of it. I mean, it bothered me too, like I'd be walking back to my room at around 3 a.m. and there'd just be pitch black at the end of the hallway. Although I liked having the darkness beforehand, rather than the change my mother had done a year after we had moved in.
I came home from school one day to be greeted by a window at the end of the hallway, where the wall used to be. After walking into my bedroom and setting my bag on my bed, I walked into the hall to check out the window. It wasn't huge, and it wasn't tiny. It was just big enough to let in sunlight during the day and moonlight at night to at least dimly light the hallway. I had felt a tapping on my shoulder and quickly turned and saw my mother smiling as she asked if I liked it. Being fairly excited at the time for no more pitch black nights, I replied with a yes.
Later, when dusk fell I crept down the hallway and didn't see the eerie darkness for the first time ever. I smiled and walked down into my room. Flipping on the light switch, I fell onto my bed, relieved to know that I could go to sleep. It wasn't too late, only about nine-ish and was still a little light out due to being summertime, but I was in a drowsy state so I thought I'd might as well just kill more time by sleeping then. So then I did.
I awakened later on to a knocking sound on what sounded like glass. Having no windows in my room, I knew it wasn't from in here. It sounded fairly close, but not clear. The closest window was the one at the end of the hallway. At the time I thought it was just a bird hitting it or something like that, so I dismissed the event and tried to resume my sleep. About two minutes later, that's when the knock sounded again, followed by scratching. I kind of wanted to sleep then, so I got up to go into the hallway to investigate. When I entered the hallway, I glanced out the window and saw nothing but the moon starting to lower. We basically lived in the middle of nowhere so I couldn't think of an explanation for the sounds. My mother seemed to never even notice the sounds, taking that she never left her bedroom that night.
The next night, the same thing happened... but much more often. This time I awoke at around 11 p.m. to the knock on the window. Then later the scratching; it kept repeating from time to time until it was nonstop. I jumped out of bed and turned the knob slowly and opened my door to peer out the window. The scratching and knocking stopped and yet again; there was nothing there. Since I was already up, I walked into the kitchen to grab a glass of water. As soon as I set foot into the kitchen and lay my eyes off the window, the scratching began again. Ignoring it, I proceeded to grab a glass and fill it up with tap water. Just as I was about to go back to my room, in the window was a face. It wasn't a pleasant or a warming face; it was a horrid face. It was pressed against the window, smile stretched far and wide, only to reveal the insanity behind it. The eyes were pitch black and the skin was pale white. Its arm was stretched across the window... scratching, The moment it realized it was noticed, it ducked under the window where it was hidden out of sight; only until another ones' presence is gone... or the window gets left open.