short scary stories

Against my window

I don't know why I looked up, but when I did I saw him there. He stood against my window. His forehead rested against the glass, and his eyes were still and light and he smiled a lipstick-red, cartoonish grin. And he just stood there in the window.

My boyfriend was upstairs sleeping, my daughter was in her crib and I couldn't move I froze and watched him looking past me through the glass.

Oh, please no.

His smile never moved, he put a hand up covered in blood and slid it down the glass leaving a blood hand mark on the glass window. I couldn't do anything. I just stayed there, frozen, feet still in the bushes I was pruning, looking into my home. He stood against my window.