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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Flash Fiction  |  No Houses

just another short

It has come to my attention that for the past 3 days there has been someone watching me from the sliding glass door down stairs. Now I live alone so I am just writing this note because if anything might happen to me I want at least one proven piece of documentation stating that there was someone there watching me. I am not paranoid I know that for a fact. The next few lines however might not make me seem as sane as I might hope to come off.

I noticed the person outside one day after work, I came home and hopped in the shower upstairs, and when I came out I heard the knocks. Tap…Tap…Tap on the window. Slow, methodical they knocked. I’m not so sure what possessed me to actually go and look outside to see what it was, but when I did I saw the man. He was so far away, I was unable to see what he looked like, or what he was wearing. Now that I think about it I am not too sure how at the distance that he was at, he was even able to knock at the window. But he was there, I saw him, standing, just on the edge of the lake that sits on the outskirts of my back yard. I live in a gated community, all of the houses are close nit, my neighbors back yard is my backyard and so on and so forth. Back then I was under the impression that it could be one of them enjoying the moonlight reflecting off of the lake. I often do that at night; take a stroll outside, sometimes with a cold drink, occasionally I just sit back and enjoy the cool air, slightly moist and refreshing after 8 hours cooped up in an office. I left the matter alone that night, I was not too sure from the distance that he was, if he was actually looking into my home or not and the knocking to me could have been bugs hitting the glass.

The next day I came home and upon me immediately walking in I noticed the figure there just a bit closer to my sliding glass door. I froze, I live alone and I am cautious because of that fact, I do not have much but what I do have I would like to keep, and my life is valuable to me so that night I did not sleep. I tend to sleep on the blow-up couch on the bottom floor Livingroom, my top floor is used mainly as an office in the master bed room for my second job from home and the second bed room I use as a guest room or game room. That being said I did not feel comfortable sleeping in the Livingroom so close to the sliding glass door, with that figure looming in the darkness outside. Then I heard the knock again: Tap…. tap…tap on the glass and so I took a closer look outside. I looked through the glass and I saw him standing there in the distance, but another near the glass, that I had not seen before stood there staring with wide-eyes at me, taping his knuckles on that glass. That night I stayed awake with a knife that I had gotten from the kitchen and I stayed there watching the window until morning.

Thinking back on it now I am not sure why I have not called the cops because honestly, I do not have any type of answer. The thought did not cross my mind at the time, not until I started typing up my note of death. If you had seen how the man near the glass looked at me, his eyes wide, dark blue, a bit of stubble on his face, with a hood on his head from his black sweat shirt, he looked maybe in his mid-thirties, a white guy. The sweat shirt had what might have been a skull but I am not sure. The look was maybe the look of man in the midst of a bad drug trip but why come to my house twice because of that. All of the houses in the area are nearby one another and it did not seem as though they were trying to get inside. The nearest man mearly knocked on the window, the other simply stood in the distance. Now I could still die, this is now the third day and I just got back home, I think they know my daily schedule.

……..I can hear the knocking again I have a window in my office that overlooks the backyard and I can see that there are now 3 or maybe 4 men out there and…I’m sooooo scared now. I see that one of them is knocking there are 2 standing on the edge of the lake an another he’s……he looked up at me they know where I am; that I am upstairs. He motioned to me with his hand but since they are all dressed in black I couldn’t see what he did, they are hard to see. I’m going to save this to a flash drive and post it online that way everybody will know. I’ll call the authorities and if they find my dead body or if I disappear I just want it known that this is what happened so if anything like this happens to someone else, if a similar situation occurs then they can see that it might just be connected. My email is connected to my account on the website I’m posting on and so my address can be easily tracked. I’m going to call the cops now.

Submitted: April 10, 2017

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Vance Currie

Scary stuff, Kossettes, and very well written as always. This kind of story is always thought provoking. ~ Joe

Mon, April 10th, 2017 9:22pm



Thanks for the comment I was wondering if you would ever come back
I always love your comments. and I'm really glad that you like it



Mon, April 10th, 2017 8:49pm


A really spooky story, Kossettes, and an excellent read!

Wed, April 12th, 2017 9:05pm


im glad you liked it. This one was just off of the top of my head one night hhahahaha i was worried it would be too random

Thanks for the comment hullabaloo
I really appreciate it

Sat, April 15th, 2017 12:44pm


He should go out there and become one of them :p

creepy imagery, good job

Thu, May 4th, 2017 9:46am


You know that would have been the perfect ending. and they all dance and have beers and play call of duty.

Tue, May 9th, 2017 6:51pm


It's the neighborhood watch, what did you expect. You're surrounded by perverts. Call the cops. Tell them your neighborhood watch has taken the idea of watching a bit too far. Post a sign on the glass door "Do not tap on the glass!" It disturbs the fish. Lol!!

Tue, August 8th, 2017 10:13pm

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