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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50 Short Scary Stories
Short StoryEvery one has a story. Some are blessed enough to say they've never encountered a break-in or a ghost; but some people aren't. Are you ready to read the stories of the less fortunate? Who have experienced a dangerous situation in which could of cost...
