If you ever get the creepy feeling that someone is watching you, you’ll know it can often be even more disturbing to be on the observer end of some scary sights seen through windows. Everyone knows creepy true stories about frightening or unsettling events, but it adds an extra layer of horror when you find yourself in a front row seat to the terror at hand. The safety of home begins to fade away when you realize an unknown and potentially nefarious presence lays just outside, separated by a thin sheet of glass. Regardless of what you think it might be, a person, a monster, a wild animal, a lost pizza deliveryman, the unknown thing outside your window is not meant to be there, and why can’t it just go away?!
The Most Ineffective Screen Door Ever
I was up late, like around 11:00 PM because my two-year-old had a high fever. I was holding her in my lap as she slept while sitting downstairs on the couch. I was watching TV but wasn’t really paying attention when something moved out of the corner of my eye.
Across from the couch are two double doors with floor-to-ceiling windows. The shades were open and I could see out onto the back deck. Well, something was hanging off the screen door that opened outwards towards the deck. It was swinging back and forth and staring at me the whole time. It looked like a black shape of a man but the head was scrunched down like it was fused with its shoulders or something. I couldn’t really see a face but it seemed like it was grinning at me. I just sat there frozen in fear and watched this thing swing back and forth, back and forth.
I finally got up the courage to gather my daughter in my arms and sprint away from the family room and up the stairs to my room where I called my parents. They didn’t live far and my dad came over with his shotgun and walked around the perimeter of the house. He didn’t find anything, not even footprints. I know what I saw. I was wide awake! But nobody wants to believe me. I still get freaked out when I lay on the couch late at night . . . so I always close the blinds and lock the door!
What Not To Do If You Arrive Late For Dinner
So there was one night I was sitting in my living room around 1:00 AM, just watching TV and playing on my phone and so on. From the couch in my living room, I could see through the dining room and out into the back garden. I’m watching TV and notice a slight flicker of movement out the corner of my eye so I quickly focus my attention on the dining room. That’s when I see some guy just standing at my dining room window staring at me. I f*cking bolt it upstairs faster than I’ve ever moved before and grab a metal bar that I happened to have upstairs (I think it was off a set of dumbbells). I wait for what feels like an eternity and then decide to go into the front bedroom (opposite side of the house to where I saw Mr. Spooky) and peek out of the window to see him casually strolling down the street. I didn’t sleep that night.
You’re Being Watched
I was about seven-years-old when I was in my bedroom, changing from my pajamas to my clothes for school. I was half-naked when I looked out the window. My window looks out into the backyard and in the backyard across from mine was a middle-aged man, sitting in a lawn chair with something that looked like binoculars, staring intently into my window.
At Least They Got Out Of School
When I was 10, we moved into a house that was built in the 1940s. We lived there for five years. Loved that house after my mom renovated it. But she didn’t renovate the basement nor the sun room. Left each of them original, and both creeped me out. They just didn’t feel right. So I avoided both. Until I started seventh grade. That’s when my mom let me go to school and come home alone. To go to my bus stop, she told me I should go through the back door, which is through the sun room. The sun room is attached to the kitchen by a door with a window on top.
One day, I was standing in the kitchen, ready to leave for school. I looked out the door through the sun room, there was a guy standing there, all black with an odd hat on. I still remember it vividly. Ran back to my bedroom, called my mom, she just said ‘okay you can stay home.’
Pretty Sure The Wind Can’t Grow A Head
Before my parents decided to switch rooms with me, I was sleeping in the back room, which is a converted porch with its own door to the backyard and windows on two sides of the room that reach from the floor to the ceiling. I would hear walking on the side and back of the house a lot during the night but figured it was a stray cat or a skunk. One morning however, around 5:00 or 6:00 AM, I woke up because I heard walking right outside my window. I knew it wasn’t an animal, especially when through the faint morning light, I saw a person’s head and shoulders move past my bedroom window. My parents told me it was just the wind, but I’m pretty sure the wind can’t grow a head.
This Voyeur Picked A Lousy Place To Hide
As a child, my bedroom window faced a big empty field. I very rarely bothered to close my window shades because there was never anyone out there. I would change in my room constantly without even thinking about the window.
Then one day as I was getting dressed, I noticed a faint light from the usual dark field. I looked out the window and there was a car parked, headlights on, about 100 feet away. As soon as I looked, the headlights turned off and it drove away. There was no reason for this car to be parked in an empty field. I’m pretty sure I was being watched (for who knows how long).
Aliens Sometimes Travel By Hovercraft
I was at my late grandma’s house at her village (we are from Eastern Europe). Now this village has legends about an ancient princess buried with her treasure and some evidence about finding the tomb, but a curse had sealed it. Also, several UFOs and a strange purple cone have been witnessed, as well as wolves although the nearest mountain is miles away.
Anyway, I was in my bed with my parents in the same room. Just before falling asleep, I hear this sound outside. The house has a 50-60 meter (about 100 yards for Americans) walkway to the main street and I hear it as if it’s in the street. The sound is like a hovercraft, not too loud, more like a giant fan beneath a vehicle. This thing then, I sh*t you not, lifted from the air and started circling above the house. I, sh*tting my pants, lie in my bed terrified, my parents comfortably sleeping and this thing flying around.
After making several circles, it disappears, with a f*cking bright flash outside as if in a thunderstorm, but there totally wasn’t a storm. After that, all the neighborhood dogs start barking and going batsh*t crazy. I lay there frozen. Some time passed and the thing showed up again, did the same thing, and then faded away without the flash. Needless to say I didn’t have much sleep that night.
Rearranging The Kitchen At Night Is Shadow’s Work
My mom grew up in a small town in Mexico where everyone pretty much knows each other . . . Around the time of the events she was 10-years-old. I don’t know if it runs in the family but at some time in our life, every single member of my family has experienced something paranormal . . .
She lived in a small adobe house, a super small home for the five of them: my grandparents, my uncle, my aunt, and my mom. The kitchen was located on the front part of the house and the rooms were on the back. There was a wall that divided the kitchen from the rest of the house. There was a door inside the house, kind of how some hotel rooms have a door to get to the other room . . .
They also had a window in one of the rooms so they could see to the kitchen. The kids would sleep in one room and my grandparents in the other one. Where my mom, my aunt, and uncle would sleep was the room with the window.
My mom tells me that at night they would hear the chairs from the kitchen being dragged and all the things on the table would get smacked off the table. On one occasion, the noises were very loud and it woke her and her siblings up. They were curious to know what was making the noise so they looked through the window and saw a small shadow dragging a chair across the room. She said they ran to their parents’ room and slept the night there. The noises went on all night she recalls. They believed it was my great-great-grandma’s dad that would mess around with them because he lived in that house before it was passed on to my grandma.
Maybe The Entity Just Wanted The New ‘Harry Potter’ Book
I was 18 and at work in a large chain bookstore that closed at midnight. We had a one-way window overlooking the office onto the cafe in the store (about 100′ away) when my manager and I both see a man-sized shape run from left to right across the field of vision, all in black. We give each other the, ‘Did you just see that?’ look and hurry the f*ck up with our closing. What made this hella weird is that the alarm (and its motion sensors) had already been activated for that area. So we hurry up, finish our stuff, and bolt out the entrance near us. We hung around outside for a while, waiting for the motion alarms to trigger or something . . . but nothing happened. Still not sure what it was.
‘What’s Your Favorite Scary Movie?’
A friend and I were sitting in her living room on Halloween night watching The Ring on her laptop, and it was at the scene where the video is playing, specifically, the chair spinning around upside down. This kind of affected me so I remember it pretty clearly. So, we’re watching and she’s got this wall of floor-to-ceiling windows on one side that we have our backs to, and everything is very quiet until suddenly: BANG!
We turn around and there’s a dude in a Scream mask banging on the window and screaming at us. My friend screams, and I stand up with apparently enough murder in my eyes that it’s visible in the darkness because this guy turns tail and runs away as fast as he could.
So Close To A Disaster, But He Almost Slept Through It
I saw the aftermath, mainly because I slept through the attacks . . . On the morning of 9/11, I was sleeping late, mainly because I was up at 3:00 AM playing video games. I woke up to Howard Stern talking about some bullsh*t. I went to the bathroom still listening to Stern, and I slowly realized that he wasn’t joking. I went into my living room and turned on the TV and got nothing. I had no cable TV at the time and there was no signal from any of the broadcast stations (which were broadcasting from the top of the WTC). I then realized that I was hearing the faint scream of sirens and my street was eerily quiet.
I still had telephone and Internet (DSL!) access so I got onto CNN just as my phone rang. It was my mother calling to make sure I was fine. I leaned out the window of my apartment and saw the towers burning. I ducked my head back inside and was halfway across the room when my mother gasped; the first tower had fallen. I looked back outside and saw nothing but smoke and dust. I hung up the phone with my mother (to free up the line for emergency personnel), got dressed, grabbed my bicycle, and pretty much rode full speed to the water line. There were people and police everywhere.
Not too long after I got there, the second tower fell. I felt like I was watching a movie – of course this kind of thing isn’t really happening. Others around me were screaming, crying, collapsing on the ground, staring semi-vacantly into space, or (like me) making eye contact with others and mentally communicating, ‘Can you believe this?’
Twins who live across the street dress as Mary (as in the Virgin Mary) about three Sundays a year and carry a cross about eight feet tall made of pure wood down to the bay and then bathe in the water… Wtf?
The Long-Haired Dude Wants In
I have a part-time job delivering early morning newspapers from 2:00 – 6:00 AM. One morning, at about 4:00 as I was about to leave an apartment building, I saw a dude wearing a hoodie with long hair and long beard standing outside of the building waiting for me to get out. He just stood there staring straight at me like ‘Open the f*cking door so I can get in. And I’m serious.’ I just got out and he went in when the door was still closing.
Where Is Your Window Facing?!
Death by electrocution. His eyes exploded.
Scaring The Crap Out Of Someone
A guy pooping in my neighbor’s car via the sunroof.