Creepypasta: the man outside the window
Today started like any other I went to school, and I hung out with my friends, but something happened when I went home. While I was still out with my friends, I got a text from my sister to come home immediately. This wasn’t uncommon because our mom is strict. I figured it was her being crazy over some little detail, that is one thing we both have in common we try to stick together or have each other’s backs when we need it. Other than that, my sister Mallory and I have never been close she’s a part of a different crowed and she’s two years older than me. When I walked into the house it was extremally quiet, I thought it was weird. I thought mom would have been raising hell by now. I called out saying, “I’m home.” I got no response. I guess mom isn’t home, I wonder what’s going on. I then called out to my sister saying, “Why did you need me to come home” trying to figure out what the problem was. I got no answer, she always is upstairs in her room blasting music ...
