I have been seeing figures. Outside my window late at night. They look up at me from the street, their faces dark even when they are under the streetlamps. I have tried to tell my neighbors about them, but they claim they don't see anything. People are beginning to talk, and now I cannot go to the supermarket without people staring at me like I am some madman. I have stopped talking about it to the people I know, and that seems to help. But I don't think I can stay silent about it anymore. I have begun to dread the thought of looking out my window, late at night. But I feel like I have to. Because every night they are there, looking at me, and every night they get closer.
The first time I saw them, I simply assumed they were just loitering. I don't care about stuff like that. People can spend their time however they feel like. But when they returned the second night, I realized that they were looking at me. It was then I decided to call the police. Waiting for them to arrive was hard enough, but I was relieved when the people scattered upon the approach of the police lights. I ran to the door and watched as the woman came to my door. Before she could even knock I opened it, my excitement for aid overcoming me.
She introduced herself, mentioning that I called about a disturbance. I told her what I saw, and I asked what I they could do about it. They didn't assault me or anything, but surely behavior like that is strange and warranted investigating. But...she didn't seem to agree. She said that if I had any more disturbances to let them know. She even took down a description. But the look on her face, that tired, exasperated look. She didn't believe me. How couldn't she believe me?
The officer told me that they would look into it, but warned me about making unfounded calls to the police. I resisted the urge to respond, but I couldn't understand. How could she have not seen them when she drove up?
The next night they came back. Only this time there were more. They just stood there, motionless for hours. Looking up at my window. I tried going to other rooms, only to find them staring right at me, tracking my movements...