Window Stalker

Staring, wondering how can it get so dark at night outside? and why does it seem as if someone or something is out to get me? My name is Mackie and In our kitchen we have a very big window, we have curtains to go in front of them, but every night I come down here they aren't there anymore as if some one stole them and wanted me to look outside. I walked as close as I can get to the window and looked outside the first thing I notice is the trees, how they get taller every time I look, and then the darkness, I can never not recognize how dark it is. I try to see the beauty in it because the night time is when it is quiet and I love when it is quiet, but each and every time my mind makes it seem as if someone is out there and is staring right back at me threw this very window

"Mackie, how many times do I have to tell you go to bed?" My mom said coming downstairs scaring the absolutely hippie gippies out of me, I shook my head to shake it off turning around to her to ask her some questions

"Have you ever seen anyone outside of these windows?" I asked as I looked one last time and it seemed as if a hoodie person was out there and I started to trip, was my gut, intuition telling me the truth that someone has been staring at me this whole time?

"No, Mackie I haven't, now get upstairs." My mom said as she grabbed both of my shoulders turning me around and to the stairs so I could walk up them. That night I remained in my room, but I never stopped thinking about that window and what could be roaming around outside trying to get me. I laid in my bed with both arms on my stomach staring at the ceiling wondering if it was an actual person in a hoodie staring at me, I mean I couldn't have made it up. I could be hallucinating, but how could I?

My family thinks I'm crazy and I have been doing this for quite some time now. I constantly tell them about this window and what could possibly be outside, I always thought that it was just creepy but it's more than that. I don't want to be the boy who cried wolf and the wolf is never there, but the wolf that I am referring to has to been seen by there eyes I have to bring them down one time to see

The next day

"Mom, Mom." I said as I was behind my mom jumping up and down as she made breakfast I could already tell she was tired and didn't want to hear my theories of the window today. She had her hair pulled back in a messy ponytail and her work clothes, but her facial expression just said she wanted to relax for a day

"What, Mackie?" She said finally giving in

"Tonight, I know you all think I'm crazy, but I want to prove what I think about this window and not only is it creepy, but some hoodie person is out there staring at me now." I said as the room became silent and my brother Michael walked downstairs with an irritated expression on his face

"Mackie, give it up, your stressing mom out with your theories, it's just a window." Michael said as he sat down at the table

"No, I'm not, I can prove it come downstairs to see for yourself." I said with my hands on my hips

"Grab the paper plates, dear." My mother said as I grabbed them off of the counter

"You'll see, you'll all see." I said as I crossed my arms sitting down at the table with my brother, when my mom came and sat down she passed out everyone's plate and then we prayed over our food and I just stared at everyone, they all thought I was crazy they're gonna find out that I'm really not

Later on that night

"Come on, I'll show you-"

"Show me then." My brother said with his arms crossed I couldn't wait to knock his smirk off of his face, he thinks he knows everything

"Look." I said as I extended my hand to the window for him to see for himself and we both looked. It was still and quiet outside, the trees we're rustling almost as if I could finally see the beauty of the outside world and I knew exactly what my brother was gonna say next

"What? the trees are a person, let the guess the wind was blowing too hard and it scared you, stop talking about this no one is out there especially to mom she doesn't need to hear any of this especially after dad died." He said as he eyed me, shook his head then walked upstairs leaving me in disappointment in what I have done, after dad died this family had become so dull and lifeless and my mom has become sucked into it, maybe the outside world doesn't have any dangers and I just imagined it all

The next day, I never said a word, My brother looked at me constantly to make sure I never said a word about yesterday and for the rest of my life. I already feel bad for being the problematic sibling and causing everyone confusion and pain. Today we had breakfast like we usually do in silence and no one said a word, not a smile was seen, not a joke was cracked, the same old routine and I was sick of it. I've never the type of person to cause unwanted drama, but I didn't like seeing us being a ghost family not being fully present because of our own problems

"Mom, you look nice today." I said trying to lighten the mood

"Thank you dear, did you find whoever you we're looking for out the window yesterday?" She asked me as Michael looked up from his plate

"No, and I never will bring it up again-"

"Good, you shouldn't, it was a waste of time to this family." Michael said as he stabbed at his eggs while he ate them, making me look at him in anger

"This family doesn't even say a word to each other, not a hi, bye, nothing, we are so dysfunctional without dad.... at least I brought excitement." I said as Michael scoffed

"You brought excitement, you brought unnecessary bullshit to the table everyday-"

"Watch your mouth Michael." Mom said, but Michael continued to talk

"No, mom she needs to hear this going on and on about who is outside, no one is outside at night in the morning, no one and especially not dad so who cares about your little theories." He said getting up going to the window making a complete scene causing mom to sigh covering her eyes. In the morning everything seemed perfect, we saw people walking outside, it seemed normal, everything, but us

"You right." I said as I finished up my plate, washed it off and put it in the sink, closing the curtains then walking upstairs. I never stopped thinking about what Michael said he hurt my feelings, but he was just upset that we weren't normal anymore. He knocked on my door earlier today to have a conversation with me, but I ignored him, maybe later we can reconcile, right now I didn't want to hear it because when was the day that we we're finally gonna talk about how we've all been acting and take measures to become better?

It was late at night again and I was in my room, I tried my very best not to think about the window, but it was impossible, it consumed my thoughts and made me move my legs quietly in the night so that Michael didn't hear me going downstairs and being right back in front of the window I leaned in and looked around outside the same old, same old

I then took it a step farther unlocking the window locks lifting up the window and sticking my head out of it looking around. I saw nothing, but crickets and then I slowly shook my head my imagination was a very fast runner to imagine a person in a hoodie out here, but I had to make one last check before I left this window for good

"If anyone is out here come to the window." I said as I shut it and waited a few minutes and then I noticed something our window is kind of dirty and maybe I couldn't see out of it correctly so I grabbed a spray bottle from under the kitchen sink, spraying it then wiping it with some paper towels and made googles with my hands pressing my face against the glass

I jumped back immediately, I thought my eyes we're deceiving me, I saw the same hoodie person, but they had no face. I then looked again and he was still there copying everything I did. I wondered how this was possible then the window start sliding up and I panicked, I never locked it back when I closed it, but as soon as the window was all the way up

He snatched me and I screamed, I hoped my brother heard, I found myself looking at his face multiple times trying to see if he was my dad trying to come and get me, but when I snatched off his hoodie to see his face, he didn't have one and then his face became mine and I was now looking in the window at my brother who was trying to look for someone and I knew that someone was me I tried to go in, but instead of going in, I flew in and I knew then that I was a ghost, maybe dad was so sick of tired of his own life he actually became someone else, maybe there is a lesson behind this, maybe If I wouldn't have talked about the window, maybe I wouldn't have came down here, maybe if dad hadn't died, I wouldn't have looked out of this very window