Spookyness

A Frightening Window

*From scary-story.com*Credit goes to Saynez on that site*

I think that I should explain something before I start. I am a bit potty about weapon, all kinds of strategy of survival, tactical gear, binoculars, flashlights and like. I have a large collection of such things, but the gem of the collection is my Remington Model 700 rifle (it is possible to buy it legally if you have possessed a shotgun for 5 years before).

I even have a couple of scopes that go with the rifle – one being more precise, the other is less. No, I don’t consider myself to be a nut, but I like feeling ready to face troubles in tumultuous times. But, this is just a prehistory as I said before.

The story itself sounds like this. Once I had to rent an apartment in one of the NY districts. I needed it for business and I was not going to stay there long. So, I signed a lodger tenancy agreement for two months only. The apartment was located at the 11th floor of a block. A splendid sight would open to my eyes through the windows if there was not another 11-storied block 650 ft from me. I saw nothing except its windows. My apartment was cheap and there wasn’t even a TV set or Internet. So, I was lack of entertainment and work by hard adventure, for I had it less than I expected. I amused myself by reading and watching through the rifle as the twilight fell. I created such an entertainment for myself on the third day of staying in the apartment. I used to adjust the riflescope and watch at the street through it. I estimated the distance for different subjects, glanced in windows and dropped into these amusements. I pulled a table up to the window, mounted my Remington with the scope and began investigating the life of the tenants in the opposite block through a gap between curtains. I used to spend all my evenings in such a way since that day.

Of course, you can blame me and I will agree with you. There is no good in watching people through a scope, even if it is an unloaded rifle. But I couldn’t prevent myself from doing it anyway. The opposite block was like a large scene with many interesting heroes. I watched as a man from the 5th store entertained himself with porno videos and I got bored watching him soon. Than I watched a small boy from the 8th floor who trained every evening in the kitchen. Most of all I liked to watch a young couple from the 6th floor. They were very hot and did THIS in all poses I have ever known. Seemed to me they were not satisfied with what they had already achieved. By the way, they didn’t seem to know how to turn the light off in their bedroom. I could watch them endlessly and hoped to learn much from them. There were also some drunks, who were interesting only during their drunken brawls, single women with children, regular families, and many other heroes. But my story is not about them.

Once I looked into the window on the 7th floor accidentally while being occupied with my usual “watching business”. I hadn’t looked into in before. I saw an empty room lit by a single lamp hanging on the ceiling. The door was tightly closed. There was a bed in the corner. A man in a traditional Yoga pose was sitting on it. He attracted my attention by his motionlessness and I decided to watch him. The man sat with his back to the window and looked at the wall. He was very thin, pale and tall. His completely bald head seemed to be disproportionately big. He was lack of shirt and pants. I watched him for five minutes, but he did not move a muscle. I shifted the scope on the wall where he looked but there was nothing. There were neither pictures, nor carpet. Pale wallpaper was ragged in some places. I examined all the room through a scope but didn’t find anything interesting. There were a couple of chairs, a table with a pile of newspapers, an old armchair, and a small carpet on the floor near the bed. I noticed several suspicious scratches on the closed door and this was all I had noticed. I decided that the dude was just meditating and I shouldn’t expect any tricks from him. So, I shifted the scope to my favourite karate boy, who was just flexing muscles before training.

Two hours later the young fighter and restless couple finished their performances. I looked into the Yoga’s window again. He was sitting in the same pose staring at the wall. I put away the rifle and went to bed 30 seconds later.