00:00It was one of those rare, perfect autumn evenings, the kind where the air is crisp but not yet biting, and the sunset paints the sky in shades of orange and purple.
00:08I decided to make the most of it, giving my bedroom a thorough cleaning before settling in for the night.
00:13The last thing I did was wipe down the windows, both inside and out, until they were so clean they practically disappeared.
00:18I remember smiling, feeling that sense of satisfaction you get from a job well done.
00:23I drew the curtains, climbed into my warm bed, and fell asleep almost instantly, feeling safe and secure in my little sanctuary.
00:30The next thing I knew, I was awake. Not slowly, but jolted awake, as if by an electric shock.
00:35The first thing I noticed was the cold. An unnatural, bone-deep chill had settled in the room, so intense that I could see my own breath fogging in the air.
00:43My heart started pounding in my chest, a frantic drumbeat against the dead silence of the house.
00:48I sat up, pulling the thick duvet tighter around my shoulders, my eyes scanning the familiar shadows of my room.
00:54Everything seemed to be in its place. The wardrobe, the dresser, the chair in the corner piled with clothes.
01:00Nothing was out of the ordinary. But the cold that was coming from the window, it felt like a physical presence, a wave of icy air pushing into the room.
01:07I felt a strange compulsion to look, a morbid curiosity that outweighed my growing fear.
01:12My hand trembled as I reached out and slowly, inch by inch, pulled back the heavy curtain.
01:16The moonlight streamed in, casting a pale ethereal glow across the floor.
01:20And that's when I saw it. There, on the inside of the glass, was a handprint. It wasn't a smudge or a streak from my earlier cleaning.
01:28It was a perfect, fully formed handprint. The palm and all five fingers pressed firmly against the pane.
01:33The condensation from my breath had collected around its edges, making it stand out in stark, terrifying detail.
01:39My mind raced, trying to make sense of it. I had cleaned the window just hours before.
01:44I live alone on the second floor. The window was locked from the inside.
01:48There was absolutely no way, no logical explanation, for a handprint to be on the asterisk inside asterisk of the glass.
01:54I stared at it, frozen. The print was fresh, so fresh it looked like the hand had just been lifted away moments before I woke up.
02:01It was a large handprint, much larger than my own.
02:04I backed away from the window, my feet tangling in the bedsheets.
02:07A single, terrifying thought echoed in the silent freezing room.
02:11I wasn't cold because the window was open.
02:13I was cold because someone, or something, had been standing right there, just inches from where I slept.
02:18Their hand pressed against the glass, watching me.
02:21And the most terrifying part, they were still in the room with me.
02:24The silence that followed was the most deafening I have ever known.
02:27Every creak of the old house, every rustle of the leaves outside, sounded like a footstep.
02:32I didn't dare move. I just stood there, in the middle of my room, staring at the handprint on the window, knowing that I was no longer alone.
02:39The warmth of my sanctuary had been violated, replaced by an icy dread that has never truly left me since that night.
02:45Sometimes, when the house is quiet, I can still feel that chill.
02:48And I wonder, whose hand was it? And where are they now?
02:52Thanks for listening to my story.
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02:58Stay safe, and always, always check your windows.
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