Freak at The Window

I've never been so terrorised with fear than I was at this moment.

It was a late winter's evening as I was sitting on the sofa nearest the window when I heard the light chilling sound of a tap on the window. There at the window stood a freakish figure, a man who was slightly lent with his head almost pressed against the window. 

He was horrific with extremely pale skin and sharp dark coloured eyes like a shark, they carried the impression of a predator, his thin lips were bright red and formed a grimace which showed his razor-like teeth. He was dressed in an old 20th century suit, his look consisted of a big brimmed black hat, black suit with waistcoat with a red tie to match his blood coloured lips.

He didn’t say a word, he just stood there staring at me, his glare never left me, he didn’t blink, didn't look about the interior of the house. All his focus was on me. What could this psychotic being want with me? Did he know me or was I just unlucky that of all the people he could inflict misery on tonight he just happened to choose this house.

I couldn’t control my heart as it beat furiously like the engine of a race car, i thought it was set to explode. My fear of him seemed to excite him even more, his sadistic grimace grew bigger as the corners of his mouth raised higher and became almost identical to that of a Chelsea smile. 

What was he going to do? 

What was I going to do?

It felt like this exchange went on for minutes but only a few seconds had passed, he showed no signs of moving or taking his eyes off me. I was frozen in terror no matter what my mind demanded of my body it couldn’t act, it was if he placed a spell on me.

Fuck man come on do something!

I tried to muster up some courage in me but it was hopeless, I was pitiful and so trapped in my own fear and disgust of this sheet white monster. He was stuck outside but with that he left me stuck inside, how long was he willing to wait? 

Gradually I started to rise myself off the sofa. His eyes still followed me, their haunting stare becoming etched into my mind. I could think of nothing else other than “him” there before me.

His mouth had parted open further and a light sound screeched from his horrendous throat. The monster was laughing. It was more snickering than anything but he was thoroughly enjoying this. He at last moved his body, his arms and legs more twitched than moved like that of a spider. He was edging away from the window back away from the house. Was he finally leaving? 

I prayed this way true, never in my life had I ever wanted to something more than this, any other worries I had diminished and were gone due to the invasion of this creature that befell at my window. 

He had moved far enough away now that he was becoming less visible, till eventually, the thing was gone.

My nerves were on tender hooks but some tension had subsided. But soon after his disappearance I was struck with more fear than when he had first appeared. 

Where has he gone?

Not being able to see him was more frightening than when he was clear and seeable before me.

At least I knew where he was but now I don't know where he has gone. 

Has he gone to retreat for the night? Or is he going back out into the dark of the night to upset and throw fear onto another unsuspecting victim.

As I'm thinking all this a sudden disaster strikes me.

I left the back door unlocked.

I have the thought in my mind to run and lock the back door, as soon as I spin my body and my head has just tilted enough to see over my shoulder I am dumbstruck by what I see.

He is here inside, he stands there, smiling.