Every night I would sit at my window reading my novel like every other night as my friends would hit the club's and party until they'd pass out drunk on the floor. Then coming home waking me up with their loud selves, but tonight was different they wouldn't becoming to my place their going to Amanda's place, but anyway back to my story......as I went to the window of my bedroom I grab my novel, I sit and I see through the window a shadow figure in the middle of the street. I knew I could have been seeing things because of my bordum, so I decided to change tonight up and go down stairs instead. Of course as I headed downstairs I thought it may have been the night illusion playing tricks on me because of course I was bored I wasn't crazy, but anyway I decided to move into the living room to watch a movie.
First I headed towards the kitchen to fix myself something to eat. As I went to wash my bowl to make popcorn, I look through the kitchen window and I could see the same shadow figure standing in my back yard. Too scared to even scream I dropped the bowl and as pieces of glass shattered everywhere I quickly run up to my room and lock the door behind me. As I'm too scared to even breath or feel my own heart beating, I reached for my phone, but it was dead. How could it be dead, when it was fully charged only a few minutes ago? How can I call the police when the only other phone in the house is downstairs in my living room on the couch. I would be stupid to set a foot out of this room, but would I rather risk myself, or have courage to call for help?............
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MAN OF THE NIGHT
ParanormalHey guys this is my first time on this app so be nice. Ok this story is about me going through a week of strange paranormal activity, but it's is only fiction. Ok so when I find out that there used to be a strange old craftsmen that lived in my hous...
