Paranormal (?) Story Of Mine

I grew up on a farm with trees and woods all around me. the farm consists of blueberries and other fruits that we package and sell.

I've always believed in things like "Creepy pastas" and "ghost stories".

Anyways, there was this one summer night where my parents were up in the packaging facility packaging blueberries. it was late at night, so I went to bed around 10. I woke up at 2 to the sound of noises (scratching) outside my window. I assumed it was 1 of my 5 dogs, or just my parents.

I closed my eyes and tried to go back to sleep, but the scratching got worse and more persistent. (My room was located to the front of the woods, EX. I could walk through the woods straight and reach my bedroom window.) 

It didn't make things better when I mention my dad somehow got a rock thrown through the window and the window was never fixed, so I just had a baseball sized hole with a heavy blanket thrown over top of the window on the inside. 

I moved over to the side of my bed (since it was faced where my headboard was "on" the window)

I heard another scratch and looked through the window. I saw nothing. 

at that point I just laid back down and tried to sleep again, but I heard 2 LOUD scratches on my window again. i then proceeded to go to the living room till my parents came back.

I went out the next day and checked my bedroom window. there, in the window screen, was 2 cut marks, as if someone scratched it with a knife.

To this day I have no idea what it was. it was a new screen too.