The Man Outside

I see the dark shadow of a man outside of my bedroom window. I wondered to myself how he could be outside my window, my bedroom was on the third story and you can't possibly have a way up to my balcony. I see the red eyes of the man, the eyes of something evil and demonic. I didn't have to look closely at him. I didn't have to know what he was or who he was to know that this man was someone that would hurt me. He was someone who would not reason. He would give no explanation as to what he would do or why.

I could see the dark energy that he emitted. Energy that meant he was a bad soul and that he was in fact evil.

I was scared because I knew he would be unpredictable in what he would do to me. I've heard the stories and the urban legends and myths about the dark shadowed man with the red eyes. I've heard what he would do to his victims. I've heard that the bodies have been nearly unrecognizable, like they have been mulled by a vicious animal.

Seeing this man outside my window scared the life out of me and I prayed that I would survive and not be killed by the hands of this man.