Before I go to bed every night I open my window. I've always lived in the middle of no where ever since I was little, my mom always loved the birds crowing instead of the cars honking. I never liked it, the only thing I ever liked was that swing. Oh yes that swing! The swing under my big oak tree in the backyard, the one that always creaked when the wind blew it. I don't have that swing anymore. I used to dream of things on that swing not just dream, but see things. Now I have my window. Every night I open my window and sit down looking down the dark open field leading to the forest. I see a something. A man maybe, every night, standing there staring back at me. Could it be a bear, a deer maybe a friend. I don't have a dad my mom said he left me and her for another woman when I was little. I wonder what it's like to have a dad that could protect us when we needed help. Protect us from the man staring at me. When I go to sleep I leave my window open. One night I woke up from the deep dark world called my mind. He was staring at me through my window now. I see him. Don't you? He's behind you, look! He's smiling I think he likes you. I see him saying things but I don't know what he's saying. He's starting to get mad. He's screaming now. Get out! Get out! He knows who you are now. He left.... but you shouldn't of looked at him.
