The Man Outside My Window

I had awesome parents who let me sleep in the living room on weekend nights when I was very

young because my sister was a light sleeper and I could stay up until dawn. But of course I

always end up sleeping on the couch. So, one night I wake up to the prickly

feeling. Like an instinct. Just bolted into a sitting position and stared out the

front window. We lived in rural Georgia, so you can imagine the magnitude of

trees. In perfect light cast from the moon, I see a silhouette of someone in the

tree. The family dog dashes to the window and is snarling into the glass.

Terrified, I run into my parents room and try to explain to my parents that there is a