16 May 2016 | May 2016
When I was younger I lived across the street from an old dude. He must have been around eighty and he always stared at me through the window of his office, since my bedroom was the closest to his house. I was quite frightened of him and ran to my mother for help. She always said he was just being nice to me and I should not worry. It was only a year later when I noticed his skin was off colour. He had big purple bags underneath his eyes and he looked at me from his window, he never seemed to leave and never without blinking.
Every night I would wake up and look out and over at window. He was always in the same position and had gotten so pale he was nearly transparent. I was terrified so one day I decided to set it all straight by meeting him. I walked over to his little, old house and walked straight to his door and surprisingly, the door was unlocked and I could easily push it open. As soon as I entered I felt unnaturally cold, l felt like I was being watched and I heard murmuring from the other rooms even though I was sure the old man lived alone. As I ventured deeper in to the old house I heard a man’s fast whisper speak to me. Because it was so fast I was unsure whether the voice said. I saw a clear figure sanding a few feet in front of me. It looked a lot liked the old man looking at me from the window. The thing that scared me the most was that he wasn’t standing but hovering.
I was paralysed in fear. I heard a loud thud coming from behind me. I was so terrified I couldn’t stand still. I just ran out of the house and back across our yard. My mother didn’t say a word. She just hugged me and told me that I should never go into that house again.
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