The Guy Outside of My Window

There is one thing I do not tell you about men. They lurk. When you are alseep, they watch you through your very window. My blood ran cold when I first saw the man at my window. He was watching me. I reached for the gun on my dresser. But, it was out of ammo. Like it was used not by me, but by someone else. The man, he had abnormal features. He had two black and very strange-looking eyes. His head was normal. His teeth were coated in a musty yellow color. Which was of course, yellow.
The man lurched towards the window, grabbing the handle with such force. He was like a superhuman expriement gone wrong. That's because, he kinda was.
The man tried to sneak in. He pressed his face up against the glass. His eyes were not just black. They seemed like endless voids that lead to my own demise. I hid under my blanket. I crawled and I shivered. I curled up into a little small and dry, dripping with sweat ball with a paniced expression smeared onto my very smooth and pale face. My back was aching. The aged-looked man just watched me. He tapping his rust-covered fingers onto the glass. It sounded like rain. Calm rain. He started to scratch at the windows. The noise of him scratching was like a can of dried-up raisins that belong on worm-covered concrete for me. That didn't make sense.
The man seemed to be enjoying my agony. I was screaming. I paniced. I was confused on what to do next. The man started to slowly touch the length of the fragile glass window that protected me from the outside world. The man slowly tried to open my window. But, It was strong for him to open! Then, my heart began to beat, faster and faster. As I felt heavy, I decided to treat my gun like a man. I threw it in the bin.
The man, he was outside. Of. My. Window. His own two beady eyes were watching me and my movements. The man started to laugh. Evilly. What was he trying to convey? Then, the laughter stopped.
The man seemed to be happy. Then, sad. Then, happy. Sorta weird. If ya ask me.
The man tried to claw through my window. There were scratches and marks on that same window. I was horrified. It was a terrible sight.
The light of the moon reflected through the window. The man just kept staring. I was trying my best to fall asleep. But, no luck. This man was insane. He loved my pain. His lust was stronger than Tyson Fury. He only cared for the pain I felt on that fateful night that ruined my love for having a window in my very bedroom. But, hey. It wasn't that bad, JK, it was bad.
The man stared. My tummy twisted. His hands drawing ever closer. The passing of the time getting nearer. I was at the height of fear. Exactly. I was at the peak of fear and I was climbing high! (That was a metaphor, I think). Yeah, I believe what I said is called a metaphor. I failed English.
I tried to talk to the man. All I could make out was this. "Son?" I recognised that voice. It sounded very familar. It sounded like, someone.
The man suddenly broke through my window and he fell on a perfectly-placed banana peel I put on the floor. Cartoony sound effects started to play. After that, a laugh-track played. I could hear the Senfield Theme. It was distorted and it was trapped in my memory. Then, it stopped.
The man dusted himself off. It was not just a man. It was, my Dad?! Really?! He was just posessed by a evil demon. Yet, he was just 'doing a little trolling', yeah, he was. In his exact words. I'm serious. My Dad is just into memes at this point. It is believed that he made Big Chungus. Which is not true. But, that's what he believes anyway. My Dad suddenly transformed into a horrific demon with wings and red skin.
"Racist." I said, under my breath.
"I heard that!" Dad screamed.
Then, we had a epic boss fight. I slapped him with a fish. He threw some LEGO my way. I almost tripped. Owie! Yeah. Then, I exploded him with a laser. He died and his last words were this.
"I killed myself with your gun, man."
I was shocked. Anyways, that's the reason I don't have a window my bedroom anymore...
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