Alone in the house, I looked out the window across the living room i see a shadow of a man. I thought to myself for a brief second the nearest folks are miles away, so I walked with caution towards the front door and glanced outside, I look all around but noth but a black sky and a grey mist of fog. I shut the door, I walk upstairs to go to my room which is on the other side of the hallway, upstairs next to the bathroom which I pay attention to the lights that were flickering on and off in the bathroom and heard the rinsing water and the same shadow from the window. The closer i got to the bathroom door the better I could see the man with baggy cloths, with tears in his cloths, and see the glowing red blood stains with scars on his hands. I stopped walking as he was slowly moving his head, he stopped moving with the end of his eye he looked at me, then he slams the faucet. I get frightened and run down stairs at the same time I look back and see him running towards me as he’s trying to grab me. But I’ll run him and run to the kitchen to get a knife and when I look back and I. The knife he’s gone. And what do I do but I’ll never forget that night when the man came to my house and look through the window. The end
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