The Little Book of Spooky Stories

:|: Thirty-Six :|:

I often woke in the middle of the night, convinced that I was being watched; I knew it was impossible, I mean I lived alone in a tenth-floor apartment.

Until the night when I woke up and noticed my curtains were wide open; there was man sat on the window ledge, his face pushed up against the glass — he stared directly at me while grinning like a maniac.