Write On The Window

[southernagony]

We were at home and suddenly things got weird. People were dying and we couldn't see what was killing them. We huddled with others inside, but they (whatever they was) were still killing us off when we ventured away from the group. It was an overcast oddly dark day with this funny humming in the air. It remember the wind and expected rain, but none was falling. As we all finally realized we had to lock ourselves inside and stay together. Then the assault began on us again in a different way. They were going to come in the window and the boy was writing on the window just doodling really as kids will, and it stopped them. The writing on the window kept "them" out. We were running like crazy all over the house? writing on all the windows to keep everybody safe. We could only travel if we wrote on the car windows. It felt like an invasion, so ominous and terrifying.