For as long as I can remember. Christmas has been a big deal in
my family. I suppose.
That's not all that surprising. It is with most families after
all, you'd have to be pretty cynical to not think of
Christmas as a big deal. Unless, of course, it's for
religious reasons, but that goes without saying, my point is
Christmas is a time to share. Love, give gifts help your
fellow human beings and just be generally cheerful.
For no real reason. It's the most wonderful time of
the year after. All right, that's why it's been
hard for me over the years to explain why I hate.
Christmas now, before you assume that I'm just some miserable
Scrooge, let me explain. I'm all about the lights,
Christmas, carols gift-giving hell.
I even have a few ugly sweaters in my closet.
My reason for loathing, this time of year is a little more
complicated than that. You see ever since I was a
little kid, I've always seen something every night on
Christmas Eve. No, it's not Santa Claus or an
elf or something stupid. Like that what I see is kinda I
can't really explain it. It is the only word I can use to
explain what this thing is. The first time I saw it, I
couldn't have been older than seven or eight years old.
I was standing in the kitchen with my mom.
As she was, finishing making some warm cinnamon buns.
Before we opened a present on the night of Christmas Eve, it
was a particularly Dark Night with not a single star in the
sky. I was looking out our kitchen
window into the forest behind our house, taking in the sweet
smell of the cinnamon buns. As my mom, took them into the
living room. I was about to turn and walk
into the living room when I saw something, there was a figure in
the darkness just outside of the Woods.
It's not a figure but rather a mess, a dark mess at first.
I thought it was an animal, but the way it moved it was as if
it's simply glided over the ground.
While it's dark, Mass rolled over itself.
Why young brain was in overdrive, trying to make sense
of what I was seeing. This was not an animal, it
definitely wasn't human. What the hell was it?
The more I stared, the more creeping feeling of dread
entered. My heart I began whimpering.
I was so afraid in broken at that moment.
Then suddenly I felt a hand on my shoulder.
It was my mom, she turned me. Round and hugged.
Me asking what was wrong? I couldn't speak words, could
not convey the pure, unfiltered feeling of Despair and Terror
that gripped, my young heart, she brought me into the living
room and sat me between my father and her handing me my
cinnamon buns after what felt like hours of being in their
warm presence, I started to feel like myself again the next
morning I tried to tell my parents what I had seen but they
were skeptical. They assured me, it must have
been an animal, maybe a deer. My dad took me outside to look
for tracks thinking. He'd turn this into an
educational moment. Moment but much to his surprise.
There were no tracks even though it hadn't snowed the night
before or that morning. He Shrugged it off to my eyes
playing tricks on me and we went inside after a few days.
I had forgotten all about it. That was until the following
Christmas Eve. Now, let me just say, I never
believed in any of the Hokey stuff from a young age.
My parents were always honest with me about Santa life and all
that. I lost a grandparent when I was
quite young. So death was a concept.
I understood in the feelings that came along with it, they
also reduced me to the concept of fear pretty early on in the
form of horror movies. They taught me that it was all
fake. That these monsters are ghosts,
were just make believe, I believe them to, which is what
made this so much harder. The following Christmas Eve, I
was sitting in the kitchen. Again, this time I was finishing
a drawing. I had worked on to give to my
mother for Christmas. She was a sap for that sort of
thing. When I had finished.
I stood up and stretched while casually glancing outside and
there it was the dark Mass just outside of the trees.
Only this time it wasn't moving it.
Stayed perfectly still aside from the dark mass that seemed
to continue to flow and crawl. All over itself.
I couldn't look away, I was terrified and yet I couldn't
take my eyes off the damn thing. Slowly that feeling of dread
returned. I began to whimper his Terror
pain and despair entered my heart.
Yet again, I started to shake my whole body was beginning to feel
numb. My legs gave out and I fell to
the floor with a crash. My dad came running in as he was
just in the other room and tried to figure out what had happened.
I had no words to share with him.
I just sobbed in his arms for a while.
It took even longer this time for the feeling of dread in my
heart to leave. It wasn't until the next
afternoon. And after a very long sleep,
that I felt like myself again, my parents were concerned
Burned. But they couldn't get a straight
answer out of me. I didn't want them to think
there was something wrong with me, so I didn't tell them about
it. So every year, it's a similar
story, the following year, I decided to stay away from the
kitchen, but I saw it outside of the living room window.
This time just sitting there. While it's Darkness seemed to
crawl, a news over itself, a couple of years.
After that, I just stayed in bed, Christmas Eve night, but
that was the worst because I saw it in my dreams.
And when I woke up, I saw its shadow on the ceiling of my
bedroom. No matter what I did.
I couldn't. Escape it and the feeling that
it would give me got worse every year.
This thing haunts me every Christmas Eve like a bad memory
that I want to forget. Just when I think I was going to
go a year without seeing it. There it was after so many years
I guess you could say. I got used to it, I would have
that feeling of dread four days after, but it also left me.
I'm on my own now. Trying to make my way into the
world. I have a modest first floor
apartment in a duplex. Nothing special, but it's mine.
I stopped decorating for Christmas when I went away to
college, I just didn't feel The need to celebrate anymore, no
matter how hard I tried. Once I saw it, my Christmas was
ruined. That thing sucked, all the joy
right out of me, replacing it with a dark dread last year.
However, the feeling never left, all year round, I've been living
with this constant despair in my heart and numbness in my body
that I just can't explain food. Doesn't taste as good.
Being around my family, and friends doesn't give me the same
Joy at once did and physical affection leaves me feeling
worse than ever before. I simply feel a deep numbing
despair. I know that it did this to me.
I've had a lot of time to think and figure this out as I've been
stuck up in my room waiting for Christmas Eve.
The thing that has visited me every year on Christmas Eve,
ever since I was a little boy, it is a hateful mirror of the
world arriving, massive people's Darkness, fears, Despair, and
sadness. Yes, Christmastime is one of the
happiest times for most people but for some there's no worse
time to be alive, it feeds off this and it sucks the Joy from
You Like A Parasite. That's what it is.
As to why it's doing it to me. I don't know.
But I suspect all these It's been feeding on me and now I'm
left with no joy of my own God. I miss being able to feel
genuine Joy, it's back. No, only this time it's right at
my window looking at me. It's a hideous writhing, mass of
Darkness pressing against my window.
It's hungry. I can feel it.
It wants to finish off. What's left of me of my joy?
My good memories, I have so little left, I won't let it take
them away from me, I will let it starve.
My only hope is that after reading this others will know
that, if it visits you on Christmas Eve, look away, fight
it and maybe there. Will be hope for you.
Don't let it take your joy away. Don't let it numb.
You to the goodness in life. Don't let it turn you into me.
Let it starve to my parents. You were the best mom and dad, I
could ever ask for, I love you with all my heart.
Please. No, nothing you could have ever.
Done would have changed this and it's not your fault.
I won't let it take. What little I have left.
This is the only move I have left to fight it so long.
The snow first started falling at 9:30 p.m. on Christmas Eve.
It was the first time I'd seen mom smile in so long.
And I mean, really smile, not that fake smile that she puts on
to try and tell me that everything is.
Okay, this smile reached her eyes and would have kept on
going all the way up to her auburn hair.
If it was possible she always put me first no matter what.
I'll never be able to repay her for that.
Shielding me from my demons and her own which is why that smile
on her face was better than any gift, I'd find under the tree on
Christmas morning, the white powder was Just starting to
gather on the ground as we headed off to bed an hour later.
It was a pretty sound sleep. That night.
I had long since outgrown the tossing and turning that
Christmas, brings a few empty. Trees will do that to you.
I know now that Mom couldn't actually afford to spoil me the
way that she wanted to, so anything was good enough for me.
We woke up at 8:00 a.m. well, I got up at 8 and like any other
self-respecting 17 year old woman.
I got into mom's bed. The furnace is on the fritz,
okay. It's not like I want to share a
bed with my mom, but the frost on the inside of my Window was
less than inviting. Eventually we headed down for
breakfast and to swap presence had gotten Mom, some face masks
and a relaxing candle, god knows she needed.
Some relaxing in her life. She gave me an eyeshadow
palette, which I was pretty happy with her stale old.
Eyeshadow was not ideal for practicing smokey eye with, but
that's another story for another time.
The snow had come down thick in the night.
It must have been a foot deep. At least, I'd never seen
anything like it. Mom said it snowed this heavily
maybe once or twice when she was a kid.
So, she Super excited to we put breakfast on, hold.
Well, sort of mom made me have my multivitamin in orange juice.
She said, it's good for your immune system in the cold.
Typical mom, the warm gear went on top of our PJs, getting out
into that, snow was way more important than dressing
ourselves. We made a snowman.
Each I went for the traditional stacking of big snow rounds with
stick arms and a carrot, nose mom.
However, decided to get a bit Maverick and tried to build a
Muscle Man's nomen. What he lacked in definition, he
definitely made up for in mess. I'll give him that.
Once the snow men were built, the snow angels were made.
And after that, the Snowballs were thrown, we've been out
there for a good few hours. When Mom had decided that my
lips were a shade of blue, she was no longer comfortable with.
So we went in and tried our best to get warm.
The rest of Christmas was pretty uneventful.
We gorged ourselves on turkey and ice cream.
We watched a few movies and played a few rounds of Uno.
Mom can get very, very intense with Muno, so I usually try to
stop it after three rounds before we knew it, it was
bedtime. Was over for another year.
At least we still had the snow to prolong the magic though,
warning came. Again, my sleep was fitful this
time tossing and turning feeling unsettled anxious but unable to
pinpoint. Why waking up feeling extra
rough, stuffy nose and a scratchy throat.
I looked at my window, Surprise Frozen again, only this Frost
was much harsher, angry even slowly getting out of bed.
I walked over and try to draw a smile with my finger on the
glass. The ice was barely moved or
melted to my touch, but before I could do, Well, on it too much.
My eyes wandered out to the lawn.
The Snowman were still there, but with another foot of snow
surrounding them in covering the tops of their heads, it was
going to be a long day. Breakfast, was on the more
depressing side mom, couldn't get the stove to work.
So instead of having a balanced meal of scrambled eggs orange
juice in a vitamin, it was slightly stale cornflakes with
orange juice and a vitamin. Thank God for orange juice.
We better hope the snow eases off a little tomorrow, kiddo, we
need supplies and these are running low.
She said to me while shaking Bottle of vitamins.
I'm not sure what use they are. If I still catch a cold but it's
important to her that, I take them.
So, whatever fights not worth it.
We thought about building. Another snowman each to keep us
entertained, but the door wouldn't budge.
I don't know if the door itself was frozen, or if the snow
outside had Frozen like concrete and was blocking Us in whatever.
It was neither of us were strong enough to brute force it.
So we turned to the Comforts of The Great Indoors by lunchtime.
I couldn't comprehend how bored I actually was, the TV was
cutting out and I had no attention span.
For reading I ended up napping. Most of the day just to pass the
time. After an indiscernible amount of
time. Mom shook me awake, which I am
slightly embarrassed to admit, I didn't take it too.
Well, the stereotypical wide-eyed big gasp inward panic
and then trying to brush it off. I don't think she bought it off
upstairs. We went for another fitful night
of sleep. There were no actual nightmares,
but the snow kept on in my dreams.
It was unending surrounding me. Every direction I turned, all I
could see was a thick white sheet.
I couldn't tell if I could make out any figures, The anxiety.
I felt in the dream was so real. When I finally did wake up, I'd
managed to carry that anxiety with me into Consciousness,
which was perfect. The window Frost was as angry as
yesterday. I thought about taking a hair
dryer to it later on, it couldn't be good for me.
Living in a fridge, glancing through the frosty pains the
snow look thicker again. It didn't look like another
foot, but it definitely looked solid.
Mom was stood in the kitchen Orange Juice and vitamin on the
counter next to her. She was vacant.
Her eyes were staring out the window, but I knew her mind was
further away concerned. That's the best way.
I could describe it. I pulled the chair from under
the table, a little more loudly than I normally would.
The noise roused her. And she looked at me with a
smile, a smile with painful eyes.
She was definitely concerned. It's not like the snow is that
bad? And we have plenty of food
stores enough for a week or so I'd say sure we'd get sick of
canned peaches, but we wouldn't starve by any means.
She walked over to me, but a plate of toast down with the
Old. Faithful orange juice and half
of vitamin F. That was I looked up at her.
She could clearly see the confusion on my face.
I'm sorry sweetie. Looks like I won't be able to
get more until the new year so we'll have to ration them out.
Okay? Mom as long as you make sure
you're taking some too I don't want you getting sick in the
cold funny I don't remember actually ever seen mom take her
vitamins but I also don't watch her every move.
She probably took hers before I got up or something.
The power gave up completely that day until the late evening.
So it was another day of snacking on Christmas, chocolate
and napping on the sofa. Ooh, it was at this point where
the day started to blur wake up, check the snow breakfast routine
kill time until bed sleep, or try to anyway, and then wake up
and do it all again. After another night of
interrupted sleep and dreams of the snow closing in on me.
I woke up with my heart racing, but when I sat up my head, still
felt weightless. Like I was still dreaming.
I decided that all I needed was a nice strong coffee to perk me
up. Again, following my new routine.
I looked out at the snow, same as it.
Had been four days. Now, turning away to head
downstairs. Caught something out of the
corner of my eye. It was a snowman.
Not our snowmen another one. But this one was unsettling.
It was tall and thin. It didn't have any features on.
It's perfectly round head yet somehow it felt as though, it
was looking directly up into my window.
It took some effort to tear my eyes away, definitely needed
that strong coffee, the troubled sleep was catching up with me.
Clearly oatmeal for breakfast today.
Supplies are definitely starting to dwindle OJ.
Downed vitamin swallowed and oatmeal unenthusiastic.
Be eaten. It was time for coffee pouring
myself, a nice big mug. I asked Mom, why she made
another snowman without waiting for me?
She gave me such a weird look and said, the door was still
frozen closed at this. I looked past her and out into
the yard one snowman. Two snowmen only two, stood out
there. Absolutely no sign of a third,
no wearily. Perfect spherical head.
No Frozen. Sentinel staring up at me, my
eyes must be playing tricks on me.
I could feel mom staring at me while I was looking out the
window, no idea what her Is regardless, I needed a good
night's sleep. I tried to avoid napping from
then on. I lost track of the days.
I could quite easily. Look at a calendar, check a
phone to find out but I was starting to feel a little
disconnected from the world. With no inclination to actually
seek the date or time. All I knew was breakfast time
and when the snow dreams begin, I took to drawing to fill the
time trying to draw the Snowman from the morning but I could
never get the head, right? It was never good enough so I
would scribble it out and try again.
Getting more irritated every Time.
I messed up. I stopped paying attention to
Mom. She would ask me questions, but
I could never make out the words.
I didn't want to. I need it to make the snowmen.
He deserved my full concentration.
He deserved to be flawless. I snapped out of it.
When Mom snatched the pencil out of my hand, it was dark time to
rest. I was excited to rest.
If I went to sleep, I might catch a glimpse of him.
Again, in the morning, I went up to bed without saying a word to
Mom. Didn't change my clothes or
brush my teeth. I walked up the stairs and into
My room looked out the window. No snowmen turning.
I got into bed, shut my eyes and drift it off.
Within minutes. The dream seemed to continue
from where they left off in a wide open space or was it
confined? It was so snowy, it was hard to
tell. I couldn't see a foot in front
of my face, but I could feel the presence of something multiple
things. There were faint.
Outlines tall figures perfectly round heads.
Moving yet on moving far away, but claustrophobic at the same
time, my heart was racing the whole time only It wasn't
anxiety anymore. It was something different.
The dream ended with no event. I was awake.
It was morning. I didn't feel rested, but I
wasn't tired either. I simply was awake.
The routine started once more. I went to the window there, he
was no. There they were several tall and
great with their perfect. Heads staring up at me.
Worshipping me adoring, me, I needed to be with them walking
silently down the stairs. I made my way to the back door.
It pushed open with some effort. When I looked up through the
open door, they were gone tears. Welled in my eyes.
How could they they invited me down to them and they vanish I
stooped down and grabbed a handful of snow and started to
compact it together if I couldn't draw them, perhaps I
could make one, I must have been out there for quite a while
before mom came down. She sprinted over to me, her
word, sounded, muffled, like she was under water.
I was pulled inside and wrapped up.
She was crying. I don't know why I wasn't upset.
I wasn't hurt. I just wanted to make them.
I wanted to see them up close. She was babbling about sickness
and apologizing, but I had never felt better.
I might not have felt much at all, but I had a purpose.
She tried to feed me breakfast, only a quarter of a vitamin
today. She said, there's only two more
quarters left. When did she stop giving me
halves? I didn't say anything.
I didn't look at her. I swallowed the quarter and said
staring out of the window until the sun sank into the sky.
When the light had faded, I shuffled back up to my room
straight past the bathroom. Not been in there for days, I
thought to myself, but as quickly as the thought entered
my mind at left again, there wasn't much room left for
anything other than the perfect round heads and their tranquil
blank Expressions. The dreams were much the same
yet, every night. It felt as though, the Figures
were creeping closer, no, not creeping approaching.
They wouldn't creep if they meant me, no harm.
Surely they offered me something.
But what I didn't know there was no memory of waking.
The next morning, was City, found me standing at my window,
they weren't there, I felt Halo sick, alone.
My invitations from the day previous were still there, but
it looked, as if somebody had tried to tear them all down.
Why would anyone do that? No, not anyone.
Mom, she was the only one who could have done that.
I felt the anger rise in my chest and the loss and pity, for
my broken snow men strewn across the yard.
I marched down to the back door. Mom was stood by it, putting
something in her pocket. The door was locked.
We never lock the door, there's no one around for Miles.
There was no need to lock the door.
Is she keeping me away from them and them away from me?
The anger was boiling to a point.
I couldn't get out there to mourn for what I'd lost.
She didn't get it and she was keeping me from them.
How could she another lapse in Consciousness?
I don't think I passed out. I think maybe the fog got too
thick so that I couldn't see through it, but I was aware or
as much as I could be. I didn't know where Mom was or
the key but I stood in the bathroom I must have been going
to bed and took a wrong turn. While in my Hayes the reflection
staring back at me was not my own.
Own my face was blank. If it wasn't for the pain, deep
in my eyes, I would have looked tranquil.
I turned and walked to my room. I couldn't hear any signs of
mom. But then again, I don't think I
was listening. I wasn't in control anymore.
I only had thoughts for one thing and I was hoping to see
them. In my dreams, the dream was cold
colder than before the snow wasn't as heavy.
I could make out where I was my garden, there was one tall
snowman. Right in front of me, the head
perfect, not as tall as I thought it would be, but still
taller than me. It So cold the dream felt so
real I felt so connected to the Snowman enamored by its
Perfection. I wish Mom could see how amazing
it was. I wish you would just accept the
beauty and its blank face. The dream was starting to wane.
I felt grief I didn't want it to end but I was moving back
towards the house and I couldn't stop I was receding back inside
my mind the autopilot taking over Vision was dark black.
I couldn't see anything was I sleeping know I could still hear
infrequent sounds A loud bang a clatter of objects something
being dragged the crunch of snow underfoot, but I felt nothing.
I saw nothing. It was bright outside.
I was lying on my bed freezing. My socks were wet feet freezing.
I felt a bit more like me. Once the dreams had ended.
I must have gotten real sleep for the first time in maybe a
week. It was hard to keep track of
time. I sat up changed into dry
clothes. Why were my PJs so dirty leaving
the room. I glanced out of the window one
of them. Out there standing next to our
snowmen, my stack of rounds and moms musclemen mother.
I couldn't remember speaking to her the day before calling out
to her with my eyes still glued to the Snowman silence.
No answer at all. She was probably in the kitchen.
It took everything I had within me to tear my eyes from the
snowy figure. It didn't look right.
The head wasn't perfect. It was barely taller than me.
It filled me with unease. The staircase was littered with
scraps of paper circles at the top of tall bodies, no.
Eagle Circle being close to right making my way to the
kitchen. The trail of paper continued.
The kitchen was empty. No.
Sign of Mom. No, orange juice.
No vitamins. I couldn't truly.
Remember my last vitamin dosage. Hoping, I wouldn't get sick.
My eyes drifted to the back door, the curtain was torn down,
the key in the lock, but the door, ajar dirty tracks leading
in and out. I walked to the door and pushed
it open. Fully the tracks lead over to
the snowmen. The tall one was still there
stood proud although its shoulders To stoop, it wasn't
standing straight and proud. Like the ones in my dreams, it
was leaning slightly forward with the not perfect head bowed
over transfixed on the Snowman. I start to feel the FAA, come
over me again. Only this time on filled, with
Dread part racing hands sweating.
Throat is dry. Eyes wide open approaching the
figure stopping a few feet away. Staring it stared back at me.
The blank face is not perfect. Nor is it tranquil it does not
match what was in my dreams, but I can't look away.
Eyes locked on a feature that figure had in my dreams or
visions not captured in any drawing.
On the top of the not perfect head, a lock of Mom's auburn
hair. I wanted to share my story with
you since it was really creepy and it happened to me a couple
days ago. I'm not the type of person who
gets scared easily, but this incident really freaked me out.
So a little back story about me, I'm a nineteen-year-old female,
and I live by myself. I'm pretty much a home person
and I like spending time by myself.
I usually spend my time hanging with my two cats writing reading
and listening to music. But that night, I was really
bored and wanted to do something.
So I decided to go out and hang out at the city center of my
city. I live 10 km away from the
center. So I decided to take a bus
because the day had been really cold and it has snowed.
So I couldn't really use my bike.
I left my house around 5 p.m. and arrive to the center at
about 6:30 p.m. I headed to the mall and checked
out a couple new shops that had opened and looked for
inspiration for Christmas presents.
I also wanted to go check out another smaller mall nearby, so
I started making my way in there.
It was really cold when I got out again and it had started
snowing. So I decided to take a shortcut
through another smaller. A mole which had pretty much
been empty for quite a while. And had only one grocery shop.
The place was empty. So I started to make my way
through after 5 m. I noticed someone standing in
front of me from my first glance.
It looked like a middle-aged man just standing there looking
blankly ahead. I didn't really think anything
of it because maybe he was cold also and wanted to warm up.
So I just continued to walk after walking for a little bit.
I think the man heard me coming because he turned around and
started looking at me again I didn't really think anything
about it. But when I got closer, I saw the
man's face and kind of got spooked, he had a really dirty
face with little scars all over and really big eyes.
He was really tall and skinny and his stance was a little
crooked. However, I decided to ignore it
and just wanted to quickly pass him since I already saw the exit
door. But when I passed him in
accidentally made eye contact, I was scared.
He started humming, what sounded like a lullaby and had the most
Sinister smile across his face from ear to ear.
I quickly looked away and almost sprinted to the exit door.
I didn't look back until I was at the other mall I was creeped
out but thought to myself that it was just some drug user or a
drunk guy, since they were really common in that part of
town. I spent some time at the other
Mall soon. Forgetting this incident time
went by really fast and at around 8:30 p.m.
I decided to go buy some food and head home.
I went to the malls grocery store and bought supplies for a
salad and made my way to the check out the lines were long.
And since there was only one check out open, I had to wait
for a little for my turn when it was my turn.
I It paying, and while waiting for the cashier to count in hand
me, my change. I glanced to the exit door at
the mall. That's when my heart sink.
That same man, was standing there watching me and smiling.
I felt my heart beat fast and quickly packed my stuff up, and
walked past him out the doors. Without looking at him.
I went to my bus stop to wait, since it was supposed to be
there in like five minutes, the stop was really packed to my
surprise since it was kind of late.
And usually, the bus was really empty.
However, I put my headphones on and started to listen to music,
not really paying. Paying attention to my
surroundings until the bus came. I was pretty much the last
person to step in the bus because I waited a little
further away from everyone else and by the time I got in all the
seats were taken. So I had to stand at the middle
of the bus. The trip went by real fast,
since I was listening to my gems and kind of zoning out when my
stop came, I stepped out and started walking towards home
from the stop to. My house is like 20 meters.
So not that bad. Some other person also jumped
off at the same stop after me and walked like 10 meters away
from me. When I got to the house complex
door, I glanced back to see if the other person was my
neighbor. So I could hold the door open
for them because it was not uncommon for me to be on the
same bus with my neighbor's. For some reason.
However, I didn't see anyone in decided to enter to the hall and
make my way to my door. I heard a loud noise coming from
the main doors, like someone with forced tried to yank the
door open. I almost went there to check it
out, but something didn't feel, right?
I entered my house and double check that the door was locked.
My apartment windows are facing the road.
You need need to walk to get to the apartments.
So I checked the road. If I saw someone maybe my
neighbor at the door or something, I didn't see anyone
at the door anymore. So I started to unpack my stuff
after unpacking, I went to the kitchen to get a glass of water
and glance to the road, only to see a shadowy figure standing
there. I got this uneasy feeling in my
stomach and decided to close my blind since I live in the first
floor, and you can see inside my apartment from the street after
having a drink. I went to the living room to
watch TV and passed out since I was really tired.
I woke up at 11:30 p.m. to this weird noise coming from my
balcony. I thought it was some teenagers
once again throwing snowballs to the balcony window because it
wouldn't be the first time I got up and went to the kitchen where
my balcony door was and peek through the blinds.
And what I saw made my skin turned cold and turn my stomach
upside down, it was the same man.
From the mall knocking at my balcony window and smiling.
I stepped away and reach to my phone in my pocket to call the
police. I think the man saw me peeking
because I could faintly hear him humming as lullaby and saying I
saw you already there's no point to hiding come on out.
I just want to ask you something.
I was so scared. I felt like I was gonna throw
up. I called the police and still
could hear the man knocking. I didn't move, I didn't make a
sound. I stood there holding back tears
and waiting for the police for what felt like hours.
After 10 minutes, he stopped knocking and let out a scream,
then it all just stopped. No noise, no knocking nothing.
I heard a car, turn up to the parking space and peaked again.
It was the Ups. And I made my way out to the
front of the house to give a description about the man and
told them what happened. The police said that they would
check out the area, but it was possible that the man had ran to
the forest nearby to get away. They left.
But said they would come back if they found something after it
all the police found nothing, there was nothing they could do
at that point, they told me to call again.
If he appeared the fact that none of my neighbors were around
or none of them heard, or saw anything made it more difficult,
it was probably just some junkie stalker and only God knows what
would Have happened. If the glass window on my
balcony was open. And my balcony door unlocked
needless to say, this really creeped me out and makes me
think twice before leaving my house alone after dark.
Have happened. If the glass window on my
balcony was open. And my balcony door unlocked
needless to say, this really creeped me out and makes me
think twice before leaving my house alone after dark.