I don't know why I did, but when I looked up I saw him there. He strode against my window. His forehead rested against the window, his eyes were bright and still, his lipstick red lips pulled into a cartoonish grin. And he just stood there in the window. My wife was upstairs sleeping, my son was in his crib, and I couldn't move. I froze and watched him looking at me through the glass.
Oh please no. His smile never moved but he put a hand up and slid it down the glass, still watching me. With matted yellow hair and yellow skin and face pressed up to my window. I couldn't do anything. I just stood there, frozen, feet still in the bushes I was pruning, looking into my home. He stood against my window.
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Creepypastas
FanfictionI know there are a lot of these, but I wanted to make a collection of my favorite creepypastas. I own none of these. The only thing I changed was that I edited out the cussing, so this is about as kid-friendly as creepy and murderous stories can get...
