One night I was watching a scary movie with my step-sister. I was about to fall asleep, when I looked out the window. All I could see for a moment was my own reflection. Then for a split second I saw a man. He was wearing a top hat, with a stream of what looked like blood running down his black trench coat. He was holding a knife, and the blade was pointed toward me. I screamed, and woke up. Suddenly I felt this excruciating pain in my chest. I looked up toward the top of my bunk-bed and saw the man that was standing outside my window! He looked at me with a look of pure hate. He said something, but I couldn't understand it. And then he said something else. He said "Window Man" and then he disappeared. I fell asleep, and when I woke up, I couldn't hear anything. It was only when we had prayer before I went down to the bus that could I hear the faintest noise. There was a picture of an old man in a photo album I saw at someone’s house. Was it him? I think so. He looked exactly like him. To this day I still have dreams about him.

You’ll Never Know, Montana