Part 3- The Man at My Third-Floor Window

After that, I started sleeping at a friend’s place. But two nights later, my friend woke me

up at 2 a.m. saying, “Someone’s knocking on your window.” My stomach dropped — I lived on the

*third floor*. The police came, but there was no one there. They checked security

cameras — and this is the part that still messes me up… It showed a man

in a hoodie standing at the corner of the building, looking up at my window…

But his face wasn’t visible. Just a blur, like static in human form.

A week later, the landlord called again saying they found where David had been living

before me. He’d been the old building’s janitor — and his duties included maintaining