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| Creepypasta | Things unsaid

Catherine listened to the night. The clock told her that it would soon be 3 am; she'd woken up around an hour ago without any reason. She sometimes just woke up like that. She wasn't worried though – it was the holidays and she could sleep it off during the day. Very slowly Cath was falling back into sweet unconsciousness, when there appeared a strange sound on the edge of hearing - something like knocking. At first she ignored it, nothing strange about hearing sounds late at night. She held her breath to hear it better. The sounds seemed so far like they were out of this world and when her mind began to perceive a vague notion of what