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There was a scraping sound on my window. It grew louder with every minute. The sound started around midnight. It was 10 minutes pass midnight now. The wind outside caused a nearby oak tree to sway. As that happened, it's branches would occasionally brush against my window. Maybe that's what it was, I told myself unconvincingly. A sudden gush of wind, caused the tree to scrape against my window with more force. Suddenly, my window started to rattle. The frame of my window seemed so weak all of a sudden, as if a sudden push could cause it to open, exposing me to the harsh wind. A shiver ran down my spine, I was frozen in place, unable to lift the blanket from above my head to see what was the actual cause of the sound. Each passing moment only made me shake more vigorously. Every ticking of the clock nearby was heard, every creaking made by the house next door as the wind passed through did not go by unnoticed. I was scared beyond reasons of something unknown. I did not know the source of the strange noise nor was I courageous enough to look for it. After a while, the sound of the rattling started to slow down. When it was barely noticeable, I peeped from underneath my blanket. I stood up slowly and started for the window. When I pulled back the curtain, I nearly screamed in fear, as standing on my window still, as still as can be, was a BAT!!! It was pressed against my window. The wind was much too strong for it to continue flying, so, the bat had no choice but to land on my window still. It had it's back faced to me. It was looking at the swaying tree as the wind passed by, with nothing but misery on it's face. It was night fall. The bat had crawled out from the comfort of it's home to look for some food, only to get trapped outside in the harsh, icy wind. ~to be continued~