posted on Jan, 3 2007 @ 10:33 AM
I've been reading this thread and I couldn't stop thinking about my own weird experience. I used to live in an apartment on the second floor. It
was an old house with two apartments, mine was the complete second floor while a couple of friends resided on the first floor. It was situated on the
corner of two streets. I lived there for six years and this experience only happened once. I remember the day being quite beautiful, the sun was out
and it was spring as the trees were getting their buds. I don't remember what I was doing, but I had a sudden urge to look out one of the many
windows in my living room. There on the corner stood a young boy. He was quite young perhaps around seven, and was wearing ordinary clothes. The
strange thing was that he was staring at me, almost as if he knew I would open the blind right then and expected to lock eyes with me. His eyes were
emensliy dark , asthough he had no eyes. An over welming fear took hold of me. I put a hand up to my chest and took a deep breath. I tried to be
rational telling myself why be scared of such a young boy, there must be a shadow on his face, hidding his eyes from plain view. He continued to
watch me, and I decided to close the blind and play it off as a curious boy being nosey. I went about my business, denying myself the need to look
out the window again for quite awhile. Finally I couldn't take it anymore and had to look again. Only this time I decided to look out my bedroom
window, where I could see the corner from a different view, and if he was still there he couldn't see me. I peaked through the mini-blind and
directly below me on the side walk, the boy stood peering up at me. Okay so now I am totally freaked out, and I am getting pissed off because this
kid is scaring the crap out of me. I called one of my friends downstairs and ask them to meet me outside on the porch. They did and I relayed my
story to them and we walked around the house only to find no one there.
The strangest thing about all of this was my uncontrollable fear, everything else I could have explained in a rational manner. But the feeling of
violation angered me so much I was willing to go outside and confront this thing, (of course not by myself).
So there's my story, and if anyone could relate to it, well that would be great.