Beyond My Window

My mother and my father won’t believe the crazy things I see past my window at night. They say I must be dreaming everything, but this was too real to be a dream.
“Did you have your glasses on when this happened, young lady?” they would ask me. Obviously not if I was already in bed when I saw this happening. The room is too bloody dark for me to grab them. That’s the funny thing though; what happens past my window at night, I don’t need my glasses to see. Everything is perfectly clear. My window is like a movie screen from a theater, and all I can do is observe.
Last night had to have been my craziest encounter yet.
Around midnight, I awoke from my sleep. I could hear someone humming close by as if it was right beside my bed. With my eyes peeked out over my blanket, I examined the room, but there was no one around. It had to be coming from the window, I thought. I jumped out of bed and there it was. A small, blue fairy sitting on my mother’s favorite, award-winning flower, and singing to herself. I opened the window and quietly told her to hush as I am trying to sleep, but the fairy ignored my request and continued to hum.
I noticed the grass outside was now a blueish-green. Small, bright blue orbs were ascending from the ground and floated toward the night sky. At first, I thought it was dew, but it was more than just that. It was as if I was witnessing rain happening slowly in reverse. The fairy continued to hum the same melody for the past few minutes. I didn’t really mind it, it sounded rather heavenly, but I really needed to sleep tonight because of school. 
As soon as I closed my window, the humming stopped, and I heard a different noise. I looked out the window once again and saw a large owl sitting on the branch of our tree with dark, rainbow-colored feathers. It stared directly at me with its large, yellow eyes. I wanted to run back to bed and hide underneath my blanket, but there was something about its stare that made me stay. It let out one, long hoot, and it helped relax my body for some reason. My hands felt as though they were moving on their own when they reached for the window. I opened it and the large owl immediately spread its enormous wings. I gasped, I was both terrified and amazed at its horrifying beauty. It continued to stare, and I finally had the courage to ask it what it wanted from me. It let out two hoots and I told it I didn’t speak owl.
The owl flew down to me. I covered my mouth so that my scream wouldn’t wake my parents up. I took a couple steps back until I tripped and landed on my rear end. The large owl now had its claws on my windowsill and it examined my room as if it was looking for something. Since it was much closer to me, I saw the owl’s rainbow feathers reflect the light from the moon and the beautiful colors bounced into my room. The lightshow inside my own room was certainly a wonder to see, but it didn’t distract me from the fact that this large owl was inside my room. 
“Shoo! Shoo!” I told it loudly enough for it to hear. It ignored me and continued to look around the room. Then, it stared at me again with those terrifying large eyes and let out another hoot. I was starting to get a bit frustrated. “Why are you here?” I asked, “You are damaging my window! Shoo, shoo! Get out of here!” While still standing on my window, it leaned its head toward me.
“How funny.” 
My eyes widened when I heard actual words coming out of this animal’s beak. I pinched myself a couple times, utterly convinced that this might have been a dream after all. After a moment of hurting myself and leaving marks on my arms, the owl was still there.
“D-did you just speak to me?” I asked.
“Ah, so you can understand me!” it said, “I just thought it was rather funny how you said ‘shoo, shoo’ and I was going ‘hoo, hoo’.” At this point, I was convinced that this large animal was mocking me. I got up to my feet and planted my hands on my hips.
“Listen you, I cannot afford to miss sleep at this late hour!” I told it in my best attempt at a quiet shout I could muster, “I don’t know what you want, but you won’t find it in here. Now please leave!” The owl took one last look at the room before it turned its attention back to me.
“Well, child, you are right,” it said, “there aren’t any worms in here. I suppose the little elves lied to me once again.”
“They told you I had worms in my room?!” My face went absolutely red. Those darn elves were always pulling tricks on me. I should have known that they were up to this. “Leave, owl, just leave!” The large bird jumped backwards, spread its wings, and flew out of my sight. I let out a loud, long sigh and sat on the edge of my bed. I stared out the window and the blue orbs were still ascending toward the sky. I wondered how my parents hadn’t come into my room yet with all these noises happening. I was sure the owl’s hoots would wake them up. I closed the window and headed to bed. 
I laid my head down on my pillow and tried to sleep. No more noises were coming from window so whatever was happening outside must have stopped. Just then, I heard someone giggling and then hushing. I sat up and there was silence. I laid back down and heard a scratching noise coming from the window. I let out a frustrated sigh and tried to ignore it, but it was keeping me awake. I walked over to the window and tried to look for the source of the scratching noise. It was those darn elves!
They were carving something on my windowsill with a sharp stick. The words they were creating were “stinky girl” and it made my blood boil to its absolute limit. I tried to open the window, but I saw that the latch was stuck. The elves pointed at her and laughed as they continued to scratch. If I could, I would have thrown their pointy hats in the trash and throw them high into the sky! Every night, there was always something new with these elves, and none of it was good. The worst part is I haven’t done anything wrong to them. I tapped on the window as hard as I could to make them stop, but all they did was point and laugh. 
Suddenly, we all heard a rather loud hiss. The elves stopped what they were doing as their happy expression soon changed to looks of terror. They whispered something to each other, jumped to the ground, and ran away. I saw something moving in the blue grass. She couldn’t really make out what it was, but she saw that it was rather long and had rainbow scales, just like the feathers of the owl. The large creature lifted its head up from the grass, revealing itself to be a snake. My body was completely frozen. I wanted to scream, but I couldn’t. The only good thing about this situation was that the window was closed shut. 
The snake stared at her with its black, beady eyes while its tongue flicked over and over. The moon reflected its light off the scales and showed a beautiful rainbow, but I was much more afraid than I was in awe. I finally screamed out in terror and expected my parents to come to my aid, but they never did. I could hear the snake hissing from the other side, and it made my skin crawl. I screamed for my mother and father, but they still didn’t come. I knew they weren’t heavy sleepers so I was confused as to why they couldn’t hear me. The snake slowly swayed its head from left to right, as if it was trying to mesmerize me. 
Suddenly, things didn’t seem to feel so real. I stared back at the snake, and it hissed with its mouth slowly opening, as if it was ready to strike me. I looked directly at its eyes, and I screamed, screamed as loud as I ever could! No one came. I did it again and even knocked over some stuff in the room, but no one came. I don’t know if I scared it off or it was bored, but the snake slithered away into the grass and was never seen again.
I sat on the edge of the bed once again and stared at the window in deep thought. So far, there were no little creatures and no strange, rainbow-colored animals. The last of the blue orbs finally disappeared into the night sky and the blueish-green grass returned to its normal greenish color. The magic was gone for the rest of the night.
I wanted to try something out, to see if what I was thinking was true. I closed my eyes and screamed. My parents rushed into my room and asked me what was wrong. I lied and said there was a strange creature outside that frightened me. They looked out the window, but they didn’t see anything. Of course, they didn’t. They told me, for the millionth time, I must have been seeing things or I was just dreaming. They told me to head back to bed and they left my room. 
Every night, I could see the magic happening in our own backyard. Some nights are beautiful and extraordinary, while others were downright horrifying. The snake and the owl were new. I suppose I must be ready for whatever happens, but I never really am. It was strange that my screams didn’t reach my parents. Was the magic that strong? Or were my dreams this real? These are the kind of thoughts that terrify me. I wondered if it would make a difference if I were to move to another city when I get older. Would this last my entire life? I might have to deal with the possibility I may be the only person in the entire world who sees this. I wonder what all this means. Does all this have a purpose? I suppose it is something I must figure out for myself every time I look beyond my window.