The man in the window

The beginning

It was a lovely Thursday night as I was driving through the city on my way home from work, Everything was normal until i arrived home my son who was around 7 years old was awaiting for me. I know it sounds odd for a kid to be at home by himself but we live in a protected town an his aunt lives next door so I didn't mind cause she checks on him a lot I got home and he immediately ran to me in fright. "Mommy mommy!" He yelled horrified "what is it,hun.?" I asked holding him in a grasp as I see a book in his hand "What do you have in your hands..?" I asked confused as to where he got the book "mommy I saw this on the counter when I got home with my name on it!" he said still looking scared I sat in silence since I didn't buy him a book as of I didn't have time or money since we lived in a one bedroom apartment "hon..I didn't buy you a book.." I said as I grabbed the book out of his hand which read "The man in the window" I looked through the pages of it reading it very carefully I looked at him, he looked confused an scared "Henry I would never buy you a scary book..this is terrifying!" I yelped as he looked at me with a shaky grin "what..." I said realizing his fright "mommy...he's coming.." Henry says I was confused "who's coming?" I asked concerned as anyone would be "The man..in the window.." my son says "it's just a story it's not re-." I say as I hear a knock it's 1:55 AM I go over to the door an look through the peep hole and see a man staring at me scarily through the door my motherly instincts kick in as I know if I don't do something we're gonna die I lock the door an push my couch up to it which takes about 3 minutes i then hide my son under the bed an open up the box of donuts