There was something not quite right about the window.

There was something not quite right about the window. Emile couldn't recall when he had noticed it at first. Perhaps it was last Thursday? What did it matter? Time had become his enemy. Everything blurred together now.

He had had sleepless nights ever since he first saw it out of the corner of his eye.

He was doing dishes on a night like any other. He had just finished deep scrubbing a pot with a particularly nasty amount of grime built up within when a black silhouette crossed the corner of his eye. He looked up - out the window above his kitchen sink; the one that faced the forest just outside his house. What had he just seen? He swept it aside and continued scrubbing his dishes. But no, there it was again. Something had brushed across the window. Nearly 40 feet beyond the window, Emile could have sworn that he had seen something move amongst the trees. Their branches were swaying slightly more than usual. He put his dishes down now, removed his yellow latex dish gloves and exited his one man cabin. He stared out into the woods - the trees seemed normal. He made note of that. Nothing seemed out of the ordinary from his vantage point outside of the cabin.

Emile reentered his cabin and decided he would forget about the image he had seen. Maybe he was just overtired. It had been a few months into his solitary living project and he was wondering now if that "cabin fever" he had heard about was now getting to him.

Emile decided he would resume the dishes and forget about the incident altogether. Apparently, someone had other ideas.

Emile continued his dishwashing for a few minutes until - BANG - something crashed against the window above his kitchen sink. It was a dark, hooded figure with a swirling specter of light where his face would otherwise have been. He screamed out a jumbled assortment of unintelligible words at Emile. At this point Emile was on the floor, staring up at the window. It was only now he realized a peculiar glimmer in the corner of his windows - as if the light in his cabin wasn't properly bouncing off its surface. Slowly, trembling, Emile stood up and faced the apparition. He walked closer to his sink and stared into the void of light. He was entranced. Unable to look away, Emile continued towards his kitchen window and held his hand up to the glass. With the sputtering, hooded figure behind the glass, Emile raised his hand and placed it on the window in front of him. It had a cool, watery surface, unlike anything Emile had ever felt.

Petrified, Emile ventured on a hunch and decided to examine this situation from the outside. He opened the door to his cabin and stepped outside. He turned the corner to meet the figure face to face, but was confronted with an empty, soundless night - no figure was to be found. Emile entered the cabin again and saw the figure in front of the window again, shouting something in a different language. Emile oscillated his field of vision between the inside and outside and realized this figure could only be seen from inside his cabin. This wasn't a window at all - it was a gateway to a different reality altogether.