An Empty Frame

You can think what you like. The flickers you see out of the corner of your eye? Those "tricks of the light" that turn out to be "just the wind"?

I see you recognize those details. That means they know about you. That means they're following you.

They won't come out if they think you're watching. They're out there, right now, hiding just below the lip of the window, crouching just above the lintel of the door. If you watch, closely, unflinching, if you don't look away, you will see them reaching that first cautious hand back into view...