“Heather? I race over to a wooden chair left over from the previous owners and lifting it up I run back to window, raise the chair above my head and send it flying at the window, the chair practically disintegrates on impact with the window without leaving even a scratch on the seemingly indestructible glass. I make my way over to the window illuminating my way with the torch on my phone, the tapping sound continues as I slowly and quietly make my way across the bedroom but the second that my hand comes into contact with the curtain the tapping stops and everything goes silent. “What? “What? I scream in fear and shock and race for the back door at a speed I didn’t know I was capable of, I don’t stop when I see the back door and instead run flat out into the door hoping to destroy it with the power of my sprinting body. The sounds continue throughout our first week of living in the house and we continue to put it down
