The Man In My Window ~Part 2~

When he slowly turned away with that cocky smirk on his face, the shock of recognition hit me like a thunderbolt. I knew that he knew I recognized him, and he was right! The suddenness of the situation left me reeling, my mind struggling to process the reality of the man I was seeing.

At first glance, I was thrown into a whirlwind of confusion. I thought he was one of my friends trying to get my attention so they wouldn’t have to ring my doorbell and disturb my mom. All of my friends knew that if they rang my doorbell past 9 pm, my mom would have a fit.

But when I looked harder into the dark, I knew that he was no friend of mine; he was the man who had tried to attack me a few years prior, his sinister silhouette unmistakable in the dim light. It was a terrifying experience that had left me shaken and fearful, and now he was back, haunting my peaceful evening. 

If you haven’t read Part 1, please click the link below, then come back here, PLEASE. The man in my window ~Part 1~

I’ve always enjoyed riding my bike, being one with the earth, and feeling the wind whip against my face and blow through my hair makes me feel alive. It’s something I’ve always looked forward to, well, at least I used to.

The man in my window took away my freedom when he reached out his hand to grab me as I rode my bike. The shock of feeling someone’s hand grab at my shirt scared the shit out of me. My trembling made my bike shake, but I quickly got ahold of myself and rode faster, and so did he on the wrong side of the street, I may add.

The third time he reached for me, I felt his sweaty hand and arm against mine. The sensation made my skin crawl, and I almost fell off my bike, but I held on because I could see my house from here. The fear and revulsion I felt in that moment were overwhelming, but I was determined to reach the safety of my home.

When I drove up to my driveway, I threw my bike down, ran into my garage, and closed it. It seemed like it took an hour for the door to shut completely, but when it did, I opened up the door to my house and locked it behind me. 

At that moment, I couldn’t remember if I had locked the front door when I initially headed out. So, with my heart beating hard and fast, causing me to have a shortness of breath, I ran to the front and, fortunately, it was locked, because there he was.

When I ducked down by the window, I could see him slowly drive away, and he never took his eyes off my house.

I knew he would be back; I didn’t know when.

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

~Belladonna~