The Man in the Window
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I had this feeling I was being watched...
My Mother and Father didn't believe me when I said I saw a man look at me through the window next door. That house was empty, no one should have been in there. The other day I was walking home and out of the corner of my eye I saw a figure following me. When I turned around, it was gone. Was I going crazy? I don't know. I felt an odd presence here.
Whoever it is, clearly isn't going away. I tossed and turned trying to go to sleep. I was all by myself in this house, or so I thought.... It was almost 1am when I heard footsteps coming down the hall. My heart stopped right there. Clearly I wasn't alone.
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