I don't believe them, I find them quite funny. And for those of you who didn't read the good one, he goes.
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Time went by and nothing really bad happened in our house. A few minor disturbances .. a little poltergeist activity and odd noises. But nothing violent like what happened to my sister. Yeah everything was going okay until one night ..
My bedroom was on the bottom floor of the house. But the basement actually elevated the first floor quite a way off the ground. So all the windows were about 7 feet off the actual ground. There was only one window in my bedroom and the foot of my bed rested against it.
One night while I was sleeping I was awoken by a strange tapping sound. It was very quiet but I heard it as if it were very loud. It was like a pounding in my head. I lifted the blankets off my head and suddenly froze as I saw what had been making the tapping sound. In my window was a man. Well not exactly a man .. it's features were hard to make out in the moonlight but it appeared to have no eyes. Sunken black spots directly above an enormous smile. The smile made up more than half of the thing's face and it was full of teeth. Tall crooked teeth. The "man" had incredibly white, glistening skin. It's nose was very small (if even there at all). It's misshapen head was at the top of a long thin neck which was nearly covered up by what appeared to be a black trenchcoat. It was wearing a black hat to match. It's ears were slightly pointy and I couldn't make out any hair. Think Count Orlock on crack. That's what this thing looked like.
As I sat, unable to move from fear, the thing kept tapping on the window with it's long fingers. Tap tap tapping all the while grinning it's evil grin. It was drooling slightly and the thin threads of saliva worked their way down it's face and off his pointy chin.
I sat there for what felt like an eternity before I dove back under the covers to hide. Shaking, I kept telling myself "It's not there .. you didn't see anything .. it's just your imagination...". I looked out again to see the hideous face leering at me through my window. It had stopped tapping and was staring right at me. I feebly called out for my parents. But I couldn't manage to form the words.
I hid under the blankets again and again the tapping started. I peeked out to see the thing open it's mouth even wider and and press it's toungue against the window. That's when I lost it and began screaming for my mother and father. I screamed and ran out of the bedroom and up the stairs. I managed to get my parents up and down into my room, but of course the creature was gone.
Although my parents didn't believe me (and I can't say I blame them) they couldn't stop me from sleeping in their room that night. "Nobody is tall enough to look in your window.." my Dad said. "That's nearly seven feet off the ground!". I had been thinking the same thing. I clearly saw the top torso of this thing in my window. It would have had to be at least 8 or 9 feet tall.
The next day my Mother was making dinner in the kitchen when she suddenly screamed. My dad came rushing in to find out what was wrong but all my mom could say was she had seen something in the kitchen window. A face had been looking at her. We all looked outside to see a tall black clad figure dash behind our garage.
Now understand this. The back of the garage was surrounded by a rock wall which lead to a straight cliff up into the next neighborhood. There was nowhere for someone to go once they were behind the garage.
We all went outside to see if we could confront this "man"
who was staring into our windows, but as we rounded the corner there was nothing. Nobody. No trace ..
I never saw that face again .. well except for every time I closed my eyes for the next couple years. But we never saw the trenchcoat man again. But my parents saw it too .. so there was no denying it happened.
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