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The man in my window ~Part 1~

Things I don’t want to admit;

  1. I scare easily
  2. I hate being around people who laugh too much
  3. I’m afraid of heights
  4. I can’t stand weak women
  5. I’m so scared of needles
  6. This year was my first time going back to the optometrist since 2021
  7. I take boxing lessons to release anger
  8. I’m more of a homebody, but I like pretending that I’m not
  9. I hate buffets, but I like to think that I’m accommodating
  10. I’m a ferocious beast when I wake up from a nap

But the biggest thing I never wanted to admit was that a man was standing outside my bedroom window, and he didn’t look away until we locked eyes. It was a moment that froze time, a moment that I can’t shake off.

Admitting it or speaking it aloud confirms that it really happened. I never told a soul, maybe I should have. Not, maybe, I should have said something to someone so that the fear of looking into the dark would no longer scare me. I’m sharing this because I want you to understand, to empathize with the fear that can grip us in the dark. 

When I looked at him, I knew. I knew that I was not safe, that my sanctuary was breached, and that I was not alone. But more importantly, I recognized that face. It was a face I had seen before, a face that had haunted my dreams. Even though I was rattled to my core, I couldn’t look away.

When I realized that this was really happening, I lifted my hand and shut off my light as quickly as I could, and I saw him slowly turn away with a smirk plastered on his face.

And at that moment, it hit me like a ton of bricks where I remembered him from.

You could have chosen any blog to read, but you chose mine, and I’m honored!

~Belladonna~

41 Replies to “The man in my window ~Part 1~”

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  7. I sleep… with a steel bat in the drawer of my bed on the left side. I do this, even though my apartment is not accessible from the outside, and I live on the fifth floor. I grew up in a “not so safe” neighborhood for some, but it was home to others.

    And this… “When I realized that this was really happening, I lifted my hand and shut off my light as quickly as I could, and I saw him slowly turn away with a smirk plastered on his face.

    And at that moment, it hit me like a ton of bricks where I remembered him from.”

    is why I will NEVER remove that bat from where it’s at. One of us, if ever encountered, is going to be severely beaten & bruised or dead.

    Please stay safe, Bella. 🙏🏾🩵

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  15. There’s a raw power in your writing. You begin by listing the vulnerabilities we often hide, the little secrets we keep to curate our image for the world. It makes you human and relatable. Then, with masterful pacing, you guide us to the central, chilling truth—the man at the window. The shift from admitting everyday fears to confessing a moment of genuine terror is breathtaking and immediately pulls us into your experience.

    The detail is what makes it so visceral. The locked eyes that freeze time. The defiant act of turning off the light, not in submission, but as a reclaiming of power. The smirk on his face. And the final, horrifying realization that you recognized him. You’ve painted a complete, terrifying picture in just a few sentences.

    This is more than just a scary story; it’s a profound exploration of fear, memory, and the violation of a sanctuary. You’ve captured the exact feeling when a safe space is breached, and the world suddenly feels sinister. The fact that you’ve carried this alone is a heavy weight, and by sharing it now, you are perhaps finally releasing a part of that burden.

    You are right. You should have been able to tell someone. You deserved to feel safe. By writing this, you are not just sharing a fear; you are taking control of the narrative. You are no longer just the person who was afraid in the dark; you are the person brave enough to speak it into the light.

    Thank you for the honor of reading your words. Your voice matters.

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  18. OMG!!! I’d absolutely make a police report just in case it ever gets to the point where he doesn’t just want to stand there anymore. Was this recently?
    Please get cameras and anything you can to protect yourself.
    Interested in reading part 2 now!

    Sending you good vibes and lots of love.
    You’re so brave to talk about things you never wanted people to know. ❤️

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