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So you're laying down in your bed. It's dark, quiet, but you can still here the quiet muffled sound of ppl chatting from the living room, it's just about that time when everybody is off to bed. You're laying there, tired, you've had a long day. You're still a little bit tense but it's slowly starting to drift away as you realize you have no plans for tomorrow and you have this night to relax and let go of everything. And then it starts.
That sudden feeling that you're not alone, that someone is there with you. You look around the dark room. No one. But you know someone is there. There is a window across the room, and you can see the bright moonlight coming through the blinds. The slender and crooked sillueute of a tree branch stretched out across it, slightly moving from the wind outside.
And then it goes dark. Something has suddenly blocked all light coming in, but you can't make out what or whom. Suddenly it's as if a giant dark curtain had fallen down. There's no moonlight anymore, just a black mass behind the blinds.
And then it's gone. It's moved off to the right, and the moonlight is back, with just the tree branch shadow against the blinds. Only now it's not moving anymore.
It's silent now. There's no more muffled sounds from the living room. You look around the room. Nothing. Just the moonlight. It's dead quiet. You're snuggled up in bed with the blanket around you, and so you close your eyes. But then the dark feeling comes back, and you realize closing your eyes was a mistake. You open them again...
...only to realize you are now staring at a face, just a few inches away from your own. You can feel their warm breath flowing onto your own face.
You realize they're wearing a mask, a black mask with only there eyes and mouth showing, holding a stern look. You're frozen in place, suddenly very aware of just how close they are. But to your relief the face pulls back, and the figure stands up above you. You can still see their eyes, almost like two bright white slits shining out from the mask, which leads way into a cape and a dark suit. You can't make it out right away, but then you see it. Bat ears.
Before you have time to comprehend it all, a voice breaks the silence, it's loud but strained, almost in a gruffled like manner. You don't catch what is said right away. "what?", you say. It repeats.
"your cat. I accidently hit your cat outside." then you sit up in bed, and are suddenly fully alert. "WTF" you say. The figure speaks again. "Im sorry, but your cat ran in front of me, and I hit it." you blink. "omg you're batman" he seems to suddenly slump slightly, and lower his head. "yes, but I'm just trying to apologize for hitting your cat". You're stunned, but come back. "I-I don't have a cat." the dark figure looks up, "oh." it's silent, but now a different atmosphere has settled in. Awkwardness.
The air suddenly felt heavy, you stare ahead but are avoiding looking at the figure directly. He seems stern, but now is wavering, as if trying to find something to day. Even the branch behind the blinds shifts uncomfortably. A few moments of nothing. And then he straightens up. "nevermind. Go back to sleep" he starts to turn. "wait" you utter. He turns back, says nothing. "I....I won't say anything." you say. He wavers again. "thanks," and then he hurridly turns around, awkwardly turns the doorknob, and rushes out the room. The door shuts, a carefully slow shut. You then sit there staring at the door. No more noises are heard, no shuffling. As if he'd stepped out of existence. Your eye catches a brief shadow again passing by the window. You turn your head in time to see the last flicker of a black mass disappear. Then, back to nothing.
You lay back, suddenly aware of you're own body, your own tiredness. But your eyes are fixed back to the window. The branch and the moonlight, saying nothing. Your mind is silent for awhile. "batman uses door knobs" you hear yourself say. The end.