When I was 12 years old I stayed up late watching MTV. I had just turned off the TV and decided to sleep on the couch. As I laid down the VCR started ejecting a tape and then taking it back in, then ejecting over and over, I got spooked and looked around. As I turned to the right I saw it looking through the window. It was just staring through the window with huge red eyes. It was taller than the window and bent over as it stared at me. I was so terrified I couldn’t breathe or scream. I felt frozen in place trying to scream for help. Eventually I was able to move and I immediately began screaming and running up the stairs towards my father’s bedroom. It never took its eyes off me and watched me running up the stairs. My Dad came out and looked around, and nothing was there. I’ve never forgotten that night, and 35 years later, I’m still uneasy around windows at night.
