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One night, as I was getting ready for bed, I habitually lay down and flipped through some comics before sleep. Suddenly, I heard a faint tapping sound coming from the nearby floor-to-ceiling window.
Since it was common for beetles or moths to make the foolish mistake of bumping into windows, my initial thought was that it was just another clumsy bug. However, the more I listened, the more I felt something was off…
The sound seemed deliberate, as if someone was testing it. First, there were three soft knocks on the window frame with knuckles, followed by another set of three knocks a few seconds later, then another three…
The curtains were drawn, so I couldn’t see what was happening outside. Even though I stared intently at the curtains, I didn’t have the courage to pull them back and take a look. Instead, I kicked the chair beside my bed to make some noise, and immediately, the tapping stopped.
Outside the floor-to-ceiling window was a small balcony about half a meter wide, equipped with a security iron grille that had rusted to the point of being immovable. It was clear that it couldn’t be opened; if someone were to force their way in, it would create a loud commotion.
Moreover, if someone outside was indeed playing a prank, there should have been other sounds accompanying it.
However, after the knocking ceased, there was only silence—no faint rustling of clothing or any other noise.
Despite this, I still didn’t dare to pull back the curtains for a closer look.
At that moment, my interest in continuing to read comics had vanished. I turned off the light early and buried myself under the covers to sleep.
Later that night, in a half-dream state, I vaguely heard the sounds of gongs and drums from a temple fair gradually approaching from afar.
There were no private temples near my home; although there were local shrines dedicated to regional beliefs, such formal temples typically wouldn’t hold events at this hour. Furthermore, there hadn’t been any special holidays in recent days—there shouldn’t be any activities at all.
As I pondered, "Is Midnight afraid of protests during the procession?" the sound of gongs seemed to come to a halt right in front of my house.
Following the stopped gong sounds, a melodious tune filled the air, a song sung by Singer, likely a common piece at Temple Fairs. It felt familiar, yet I couldn't quite recall which song it was...
Suddenly, the gentle tapping sound returned from the nearby floor-to-ceiling window—tap tap tap, three times, followed by another three taps...
Still in a drowsy state, my mind was hazy. Upon hearing the knocking, I instinctively got out of bed to open the window in response.
I pulled back the curtains, but through the Old-fashioned Stained Glass Window, I couldn't see anything outside, only blinding lights flickering incessantly.
I squinted as I tried to open the window, but for some reason, it wouldn't budge... Confused, I checked the latch and confirmed it was unlocked. Yet no matter what I did, the window remained stuck; trying from both sides yielded the same result—neither left nor right would open.
After several unsuccessful attempts, I decided to give up and turned back to bed, ready to continue sleeping. However, the more I thought about it, the more uneasy I felt... Suddenly wide awake, I stared intently at the window—
What had just moments ago been filled with lively lights outside had now returned to a quiet darkness as the song ended...
There was nothing there.
In the next moment, a "drip drop" sound came from the eaves outside, shattering the oppressive silence. Then, a light rain began to fall softly...
Leaving behind a sense of confusion that felt like a dream...
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