The Man Who Watched From His Window
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Short Horror Story About A Man Who Peers To Those Outside- From His Widow.

The Man Who Watched From His Window

He sat there every day.

He sat there every day. The enormous glass window framed his face.

He sat there every day. The enormous glass window framed his face. When I would be awake, he would be awake.

He sat there every day. The enormous glass window framed his face. When I would be awake, he would be awake. When I would be asleep, he would be awake.

He would watch me through my window, as I occasionally did him.

Days passed, months passed, years passed.

Days passed, months passed, years passed. Seasons changed.

Days passed, months passed, years passed. Seasons changed. I changed.

I decided one day that I would confront the man.

I decided one day that I would confront the man. That I would be brave and demand him to spy on me no longer.

I headed for the stairs of his building and ascended them.

I headed for the stairs of his building and ascended them. I carried a lock pick, but It served no purpose as the door was already unlocked.

I headed for the stairs of his building and ascended them. I carried a lock pick, but It served no purpose as the door was already unlocked. As I entered, the smell was the first thing I noticed.

Second, was the state of his dwelling.

Second, was the state of his dwelling. The odor strengthened the sight, while the sight reinforced the odor, creating an extremely unpleasant experience.

I headed for the massive window that paralleled my room.

I headed for the massive window that paralleled my room. As I entered, I discovered the man sitting how he usually did.

I headed for the massive window that paralleled my room. As I entered, I discovered the man sitting how he usually did. In a loud and demanding voice, I proceeded to communicate.

"Sir, I would like for you to stop focusing on my whereabouts! I have yet to cause an occurrence that has required you to cause me grief!”

"Sir, I would like for you to stop focusing on my whereabouts! I have yet to cause an occurrence that has required you to cause me grief!” Nothing.

"Sir, I would like for you to stop focusing on my whereabouts! I have yet to cause an occurrence that has required you to cause me grief!” Nothing. The man did not react.

I stepped closer and spoke once more.

I stepped closer and spoke once more. “Did you not understand the words I uttered?!”

I stepped closer and spoke once more. “Did you not understand the words I uttered?!” Still, no movement.

I stepped closer and spoke once more. “Did you not understand the words I uttered?!” Still, no movement. Still, no sound.

I borrowed a few more steps closer to the man.

I borrowed a few more steps closer to the man. That was when I noticed something bizarre.

He was pale.

He was pale. His skin was cold to the touch.

He was pale. His skin was cold to the touch. Stitches and seams were visible upon various parts of his body.

He was pale. His skin was cold to the touch. Stitches and seams were visible upon various parts of his body. His surface felt leathery.

The flesh that covered his bones were skin collected from several different souls.

The flesh that covered his bones were skin collected from several different souls. I knew this because they were of varying shades.

He was a human quilt.

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