Moments ago my bedroom window closed, apparently of its own accord, nearly crushing Neeka who was on the window sill at the time. I went to examine it and found that it was somehow latched shut, locking it closed. I undid the latch, but was unable to open the window again. It is as though the window is welded shut, though I do not see what could be preventing it from opening.

If I even imagine I see that pale little Japanese boy or that freaky girl who makes the clicking noise, I am going to end up sleeping under Nate’s bed across the street.