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Never before had I noticed anything... extraordinary about the window in my living room. It seemed to be a normal window, through which you could look outside, onto the street. People passed and cars drove by, nothing out of the ordinary. Until two weeks ago.
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The window people

by PhiRh0

Never before had I noticed anything... extraordinary about the window in my living room. It seemed to be a normal window, through which you could look outside, onto the street.

People passed and cars drove by, nothing out of the ordinary. Until two weeks ago.

I looked out of the window like I must have done a million times before, but this time I saw a man, standing on the sidewalk, in front of my garden, staring in the direction of my house.

I found it strange, but decided to ignore it. After ten minutes of him continuously staring at my house, I decided it was enough.

I was getting uncomfortable, so I decided I would ask him kindly to leave. He should understand that what he was doing was pretty unnerving to me.

So, I stood up, walked to the hallway, opened the front door of my house and stepped outside.

The man was gone. I stepped onto the street, looking in both directions, but the man was nowhere to be seen. Confused, I stepped back inside. The man was probably just messing with me.

I re-entered the living room, and was baffled to see the same man, standing in the exact same spot he had been standing before, staring at my house.

I stared at the man for a moment, and then, all of a sudden, I ran back outside. The man was nowhere to be seen. Again. There was no way how he could’ve disappeared so quickly.

I walked back, into the living room, this time not surprised to see the man, still standing in his spot. I walked to the window, hesitated, and knocked.

The man didn’t look up. I waved, but he didn’t respond. It was like he couldn’t see me.

The man kept spooking through my head later that night, while I was asleep. The next morning he was still standing there. Now, a lady had joined him. She, too, was not standing outside.

I could only see her through the window. It was creepy, to say the least. I had no idea what to do about it. So, I tried to ignore it, and continue with my life.

During the following week, more and more people gathered in front of my house. Sometimes, I could see them join the crowd, but most of them joined while I was at work, in the kitchen or sleeping.

However, the worst things developed during the past week. They finally seemed to acknowledge that I was there, but this sudden shift in their attention didn’t feel like a positive thing.

They stared at me, the whole group, a strange look in their eyes. They looked human, but something was off. Something uncanny. Like they were... hungry for me.

And during the last three days, they have been getting closer to the window. They are finally moving, too. They are knocking on my window as I speak.

I can’t stop them, and the knocking seems to be getting more and more violent. Soon, they'll break the window...

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