Ghost at the Window

By Shadow Hunter

     This one I heard from someone I was talking to on IRC who promised it was true.

     Harry had just went to bed. He quickly dozed off becouse work today had been harder than usual. In the middle of the night he woke up feeling uneasy. He couldn't see anything in the dark, so he listened for anything. Harry heard from right behind him a sharp tap on the window and thud outside. Harry rolled off the bed and scrambled away, despret to put distance between himself and the intruder. He stopped at the foot of the bed and peered over the mattress at the window. The window was atleast twenty-five feet off the ground, but there was a face in the window! But this was no normal face, it was glowing! It was the face of a woman who seemed to be crying out for help, but no sound was heard. The face driffted downwards and another face emerged from the darkness to replace the first. The face was evil. It was dark and the details on the face were clear, even in the darkness. The eyes of the face were alight with a inner fire. It glared at him then too driffted down and out of sight. Harry didn't know what to think, after a few minutes of rationalization he decided it must have been some sort of prank. He called the police, and they arrived ten minutes later. He described all of what he saw and led them outside under the window. The flower bed under the window had been matted down. The police examined it and determined that they were not trampled down, but it looked like a body, or something of similar size and weight, had been dropped from his window or the roof and had hit. The police officers examined his yard and one of them found a muddy patch to have been filled with footprints, leading away from the house, a trail of blood went through it also. The blood wasn't just in the mud, it led from a foot away from the flower bed all the way down the street. The trail stopped outside a celler window. One of the officers roused the owner of the house and he let them go down and look. The blood continued down the wall and into a corner of the room, where it pooled. The owner had no idea how that got there and hadn't heard anything that whole night. Unfortunately that's where my story ends. The man who told it to me said that the cops searched around some more than gave up, assuming it was indeed a prank. The pranksters knew how to hoist themselves up twenty-five feet and knew how to do a good make-up job. And they knew how to open a cellar window which had been locked from the inside. You decide what really happened, your guess is as good as anyone's.