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 wife was upstairs sleeping, my son was in his crib and I couldn’t move I froze and watched him looking past me through the glass.
Oh, please no. His smile never moved but he put a hand up and slid it down the glass, watching me. With matted hair and yellow skin and face through the 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.
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Short Horror Stories ☇ bwingsuu
AcakHighest Ranking #4 -Warning- MOST OF THIS STORIES ARE FROM THE INTERNET AND OTHER AUTHORS. If you want to get scared, Read this book. It contains all types of horror stories. Don't read at Night. Enjoy :) ~lanechimchim
