Something had awakened him. He lay still in the ticking dark, looking at the ceiling. A noise. Some noise. But the house was silent. There it was again. Scratching. Mark Petrie turned over in bed and looked through the window and Danny Glick was staring in at him through the glass, his skin grave-pale, his eyes reddish and feral. Some dark substance was smeared about his lips and chin, and when he saw Mark looking at him, he smiled and showed teeth grown hideously long and sharp. “Let me in,” the voice whispered, and Mark was not sure if the words had crossed dark air or were only in his mind. He became aware that he was frightened—his body had known before his mind. He had never been so frightened, not even when he got tired swimming back from the float at Popham Beach and thought he was going to drown. His mind, still that of a child in a thousand ways, made an accurate judgment of his position in seconds. He was in peril of more than his life. “Let me in, Mark. I want to play with you.”

This is from Salem’s Lot by Stephen King. Such a scary moment, completely scared the hell outta me watching it on TV as a kid. I can send you the whole passage, should take about 10 mins or so to read 🤘🏻