Face at the Window

Every night at 3:03 AM, Sarah sees the face.It appears at her bedroom window—same time, same spot, same blurred features pressed against the glass. She calls the police. They find nothing. No footprints. No forced entry. No evidence anyone was there.They tell her it's stress. Isolation. Her imagination.Then Sarah finds the photo on her phone. A picture taken while she slept. The angle is wrong—it was taken from inside her room, from the bedside table. She didn't take it. No one else has a key.Someone has been inside her home. Someone has been standing over her bed while she slept.And they wanted her to know.