When I was a young girl, I stayed with my grandparents often. I had a lot of friends on her block and we would play in and out of grandmas house all the time. My grandmothers house was built at the top of a small hill. It was arranged so that if you looked at it from the street, it would look like a small single story home, but if you were in the backyard looking at the house, you could see the main level and the windows in the basement level of the house. On the sides of the house there were only a couple of small windows on the basement level and if you were inside the house they were at ceiling level in my grandmothers laundry room. If you were outside looking in you had to crouch down and look in the window just barely above the ground.
When my friends would come over one of our favorite games to play was hide and seek. With a small shed out back, a large yard with plenty of big trees and a row of bushes in the front and back of the house, grandma’s house was never lacking for hiding places and that was if you only stayed outside. Usually one of my friends, most likely the neighbor boy Tyler, would outlaw hiding inside the house as he didn’t like going in there. Grandma and Papa had a tendency to stop any kid coming through the room they were in and make them have a conversation that would get them caught early on in the game.
One day we were playing hide and seek and Tyler had forgotten to say anything about not hiding inside so when it was his turn I ran in the backdoor down the stairs and into the laundry room. It was the perfect hiding place. If anyone came inside, I could hear them coming down the stairs and hide in the small space behind the washing machine that no one ever looked in. If they stayed outside, I could watch for feet running past in the tall window. To see out this window, I had to climb on top of an old long dresser that grandma kept in the basement for storage and then I had to stand on my tip toes and hold the bottom of the window still and still I could only peek over the edge of the window frame. It was really high up for a little kid. I was standing on this dresser and watching the feet run back and forth in front of the window and then I heard my friends call out that they gave up. So up the stairs I went and out the back door then around the to front so I could keep my perfect spot a secret. About that time, two of my friends got called home for dinner and left just me and Tyler. He said he wanted to try one more round before he went home even if it was just the two of us. So I said I would be it and he went to hide.
Tyler was younger than me by a few years and much shorter. He was the younger brother of one of my friends, but he was always playing with us so he was just another one of the group. He went to hide and after counting to 20, I went in search of him. After checking all the spots that he could reach and waving hi to my grandpa who was working in the garage, I moved around to the side of the house and peeked in the window out of habit. There pressed fully up against the glass was a mans face. His eyes were completely red and his hair was solid black. His hair was in a crazy mess all around his face as if he had been pulling at it. I will never forget the look on his face for the rest of my life. His mouth was pulled up in a horrible smile, it was almost like he was laughing at me in a crazy way. I screamed and fell back on my butt and a hand appeared next to the face waving at me slowly. I jumped up and ran down the hill into the backyard as fast as I could. I almost ran into Tyler when I jumped behind a large tree in the back yard and I sat there for a minute unable to talk. Finally I told Tyler what I had seen in the window. He said it must have been my grandpa playing a trick on me or wearing a mask. I said that he was in the garage out front. So he said he would go look into the window and see if he saw anything. We walked back up to the window together and nothing was there now. Tyler convinced me to go in the house and down to the basement with him to check the room. I didn’t really want to but he kept egging me on until I agreed. We went down into the basement together and there was nothing in the room.
To this day Tyler doesn’t believe me that I saw anything in that window, but whatever it was it had to be big, because when we went down those stairs we found the laundry room all normal except grandma’s old storage dresser pushed up against the wall on the opposite side of the room. Who ever had looked out that window at me had to have been 9 feet tall or had been floating in mid air. I never went back down into that basement again, and I NEVER went anywhere even close to that window!
Submitted by Amy to Weird Darkness and My Haunted Life Too
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