Another horror story that will freak you out and to be frank windows won’t look quite the same after this. Enjoy !!!
That thing as been there for almost a week. The figure in the window
it looks featureless, only skin on a human frame,
And its pressing itself against the glass somehow.
I don’t know how it got there, and I don’t know how to get rid of it.
At first I thought it was a prank, a doll or mannequin that some jerk put there to scare me.
But realized as I worked out of my house to pull it away… It wasnt there.
So I shrugged it off, thinking that someone had hidden it while I was walking through by door
But I went back in and looked out that same window, and it was looking in, staring at me
I walked around my house, yelling for whoever it was to come out, but no one was there.
The thing is hairless and naked, and it didn’t look like it actually had eyes, or even a face at all.
But its head is turned towards me when I enter the room.
When I sit with my computer, I can feel its faceless hatred boring into my neck.
Its eyes and mouth are behind the skin, pushing outward.
It stared at me, smiling.
And that smile just got wider and wider and wider,
Until I thought its head would break in half,
It raised its own hand and bashed the window with its palm.
It was mocking me. But I saw the faintest crack begin to appear where it had hit, and I backed away
No way did I want that smile in the same room as me.
So I got a roll of duct tape, and I started covering the window,
I couldn’t look directly at it; I nearly shit my pants just knowing it was watching me.
But I couldn’t help it, I took a quick glance at the skin covers face.
A small peek.
It was angry.
That grin was now a grasping frown full of teeth.
The skin had ripped away from its mouth and I could see down its cavernous throat,
A menacing rumble started to fill the house, and that hairline crack,
began to spread like splintering ice,
I pulled down the duct tape,
The rumble stopped, the split skin healed over, and it began to smile again.
Now it is night, and the noise hasn’t started again.
There re no sounds, no rumbles, no cracking glass,
Everything’s is quite now,
The last thing I saw was the alarm clock flashing 1:07 before it pushed its long rotten nails through my chest, its other hand muffling my screams, I sat bold upright relieved it was only a dream, but as I saw the alarm clock flashing 1:06 I feel a draft…the window is open .
The Bay Window
One cold winter night, a sixteen year old girl named Brittany Snow, was home alone, watching TV. Her parents had gone out to a dinner party at a friend’s house. It had been snowing heavily all afternoon, but Brittany felt nice and snug as she sat on the sofa in the lounge, tucked up under a warm, fuzzy blanket.
By midnight, Brittany’s parents were still not home, and she began to feel uneasy. She didn’t want to call them, in case they thought that she couldn’t take care of herself.
The television was in the corner of the room, right next to the big bay window. She was watching one of her favorite movies, a horror film named Prom Night, when suddenly, out of the corner of her eye, she noticed something moving in the bay window.
Through the darkness and the falling snow, she could make out the figure of a man, walking towards the window. As he got closer, she was able to make out his face and it filled her with horror.
The man’s face was hideously scarred, his eyes were wild and crazy and he seemed to be grinning maliciously at her. Frightened, Brittany pulled the fuzzy blanket over her head and tried to hide. She hardly dared to move.
Slowly, she pulled the blanket aside just enough to peer out with one eye. The man was still there. He was just standing there, staring directly at her as the snow fell behind him. Then, he reached into his coat and pulled something out. It was a long knife.
Terrified, Brittany pulled the blanket back over her head and hoped that the madman would think it was just a pile of blankets sitting on the sofa. She managed to move her hand slowly over to her pocket and took out her mobile phone. Pressing the buttons in a panic, she dialled 911 and held her breath as she waited for an answer.
When the operator asked “What is your emergency?”, Brittany put the phone close to her face and whispered “There’s a man outside my window. He’s got a knife. Please come quickly.”
She sat motionless under the blanket as the minutes ticked by. Eventually, she heard sirens outside and the police started banging on her front door.
Brittany pulled off the blanket and rushed to the front door, letting the two police officers inside. They said they had seen no trace of anyone outside her house.
“He was right there”, said Brittany, pointing out the bay window to her snow-covered front lawn.
“That’s not possible”, said the female officer. “There couldn’t have been anyone standing out there. The snow is completely undisturbed. If there was someone out there, they would have left footprints.”
“But he was standing right there, staring straight at me”, said Brittany. “I saw him with my own two eyes.”
“You know, your eyes can play tricks on you”, said the male officer. “Maybe you’ve been watching too many scary movies”.
The officers turned to leave when. all of a sudden, the female officer stopped dead in her tracks. She pulled back the sofa that Brittany had been sitting on. Her jaw dropped and her eyes widened in shock. Brittany and the male police officer gasped.
On the carpet behind the sofa, there was a trail of wet footprints and a discarded knife.
“You weren’t looking at the man outside the window”, said the female officer. “You were looking at his reflection. He was standing right behind you all along.”
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