The Man At the Window

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Horror  |  House: Booksie Classic
A man recounts a memory from his childhood of a night when something unexplainable and nightmarish pays him a visit in the dead of night, trying to convince him to let him into the house.

Submitted: December 25, 2014

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When I was just a child the world was still a big place to me. Every little thing around me amazed me in such ways that I never could really tell what was normal and what was out of the ordinary. After all, I was just a young boy with an imagination quite bigger than my puny brain could even handle at the time. So when certain activities happened I would question them, ask my parents about them because being the wise adults they must know the answer to it all. They’d tell me “it was just a bad dream” or “it was only your mind playing tricks on you, there’s no such things as monsters”, it was their explanation for everything that even they could not even understand, I’m not even sure they wanted to understand. I always believed them though. That was until a certain event happened that still I question every day of my life and I fear it may haunt me to the end of my days.

It was late, later than I usually went to bed. My parents tucked me in and kissed me goodnight and then turned off the light, completely consuming my room with nothing but the darkness of the midnight world. I had one window in my room which was on the wall directly across from where my bed was meaning I had a perfect view of it from my bed. So I store off through the window observing what I could see of the starry sky while slowly drifting into a seemingly deep sleep.

I awoke with a sudden startle. I had heard something that seemed to wake me from my dreaming, I didn’t quite understand what it was and my eyes weren’t adjusted to the darkness so I couldn’t see anything too clearly either. And then I heard it again, as loud and real as me and you. A raspy, low voice that echoed throughout my room and into my mind, it whispered to me my name in a way that almost sounded as if it was calling for me, trying to get my attention. I rubbed my eyes and looked around, everything was just so black, but one thing was clear as the stars above, the window. It was almost as if the window was purposely highlighted like a candle in a dark room or a bright light at the end of a long and dark tunnel. I store towards the window and once again noticed the low and raspy voice whisper my name again but this time louder and dragged out like it was getting desperate for my attention. Feeling confused, I rubbed my eyes and squinted at the window, I could see something...but what was it? What could possibly be trying to get my attention at this time of night? It couldn’t have been my parents, but if not them, who?

I sat up in my bed now feeling fully aware of my surroundings and whispered back “who’s there?” and once again the voice could be heard as it responded by saying “a friend”. And as I watched the window another shape suddenly appeared from the outside. It seemed as though something was going back and forth, I watched more carefully when out of nowhere a somewhat large shape slammed against the window, It was a hand. A large shadowy black hand that began tapping its fingers against the glass of my window. I asked “what do you want?” but instead of an actual answer another hand slammed against the glass causing me to nearly jump straight out of my bed.

There were many different feelings rushing through my head at this point. Confusion, annoyance but the one feeling I didn’t quite feel which made little sense, was fear. I wasn’t afraid, just a very curious little boy who wanted to know more. And so it was at that point that I had decided I wanted to know who was outside my window that moment and what exactly it is that they wanted. So I repeated myself, and asked again “what do you want from me?” and like a black cat emerging from a dark corner, a man’s face slowly came from the shadows and pressed up against the glass of the window, the face I saw shocked me but only filled me with more curiosity. The man’s head bald and his skin pale like a corpse. His eyes were nothing more than huge gaping, black holed that almost seemed to consume my soul just by staring into them. He had what seemed to be scars that covered his face, and he had a horrible smile on his face. It was large his teeth were sharp like that of a wolf’s teeth. And at last the man spoke again to me saying “I want to be your friend, please let me in.”. A cold wind seemed to blow through me causing me to shudder as the man’s smile only grew wider the tapping of his fingers against the window seemed to grow louder as if he was hitting harder against the glass than before. I then asked him “what will you do if I let you in?” and he dragged one hand down the window leaving a stain of what I now believe was blood as he said to me “I just want to play, please let me in. I just want to be your friend.” I wasn’t sure what to do. Should I allow this strange man to come into my room? Or should I make him go away? The more I thought about it the more curious I became of this strange man, I wanted to know more but I knew I shouldn’t even talk to him. “Come on, let me in, I won’t hurt you! All I want is to be your friend.”

“I don’t know, you’re a stranger and I need to sleep right now anyways.”

“NO!” he screamed as he slammed his hands and his face back down against the window “LET ME IN YOU LITTLE SHIT! DO IT! DO IT NOW!” his voice grew deep and loud and sent horrible chills up my spine, but almost as if I was being controlled by his voice, I slowly jumped down from my bed and began walking towards the window. His dark gaping eyes seemed to grow wide as he lifted up his and let out a deep groan as a large snake like tongue dropped out from his mouth and slipped up the window. I wanted to turn away but I couldn’t, I wanted to run away and scream for my parents but it was like a force was making me go towards the window and no matter how hard I tried to resist it I just couldn’t bring myself to turn around and run away. “Yes, yes that’s it” he whispered as he let out a raspy laughter.

I crept up to the window and raised my hand up to unlatch it and open it. I placed my fingers on the latch getting ready to turn it when suddenly the light in my room suddenly turned on causing me to jump and quickly turn around to find my parents standing there. I stood there frozen unable to even say anything. My parents walked up to me and said “we could hear you talking to someone, what were you doing up so late?” I turned my head to look at them trying to find the words to describe what had just happened but nothing could come out of my mouth. I turned back around and looked towards the window but the man was gone. I looked back at my parents and told them it was nothing more than a nightmare and asked to sleep with them that night.

Never again has the man at the window visited me , and even now I wonder what might have happened if I had let him in, what would he have done? I try not to think too much about it. But if there’s one thing I do know, it’s that not all monsters are just fairy tales...some are very real, and they might just be lurking in any shadow of the night. Watching, waiting for the moment when they may come out from the shadows and reveal their true self you. Not all monsters are make belief.


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