I Think Someone Is Watching Me Through My Window I live on…
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I Think Someone Is Watching Me Through My Window
I live on the second floor of an apartment building, so I’ve never really thought much about people being able to look through my windows. I keep my curtains open most of the time because my bedroom gets pretty dark during the day, and honestly, there’s not much to look at anyway. It’s just the parking lot, a few trees, and the building across from mine.
The first time I saw her, it was probably around midnight. I was lying in bed scrolling through my phone when I happened to look up toward the window.
There was someone standing outside.
I remember just staring at her for a few seconds because my brain didn’t really understand what I was seeing. She was far enough away that I couldn’t make out her face, but I could tell she was a woman. She wasn’t moving or doing anything. She was just standing there, facing my window.
My first thought was that maybe she was standing on a balcony or something, but there aren’t any balconies on that side of the building. I even got out of bed and walked closer to the window to see if I could figure out where she was standing.
She disappeared when I turned the light on.
I looked outside afterward and couldn’t see anyone. I checked the parking lot from another window too, but there was nobody down there. I ended up convincing myself that I’d probably seen a reflection or something. I was tired, and it was late.
Three nights later, I saw her again.
Same spot.
This time I didn’t turn the light on. I just sat there watching her for probably five minutes. She never moved. I started wondering if she was actually looking at me or if she was looking at something inside my room.
Eventually I closed the curtains and went back to sleep.
After that, I started keeping them closed at night.
For about a week, nothing happened.
Then I woke up one night because I had to use the bathroom. My room was completely dark, but there was a faint outline of someone standing near the window.
I froze.
For a few seconds I thought someone had gotten into my apartment. I grabbed my phone and turned the flashlight on.
There was nobody there.
The curtains were still closed.
I opened them slowly and looked outside. Nothing.
That’s when I noticed the handprint.
It was on the window.
**On the inside.**
I remember just standing there staring at it. I didn’t touch it. I didn’t even really know what I was supposed to do. I ended up going back to bed and telling myself there had to be some explanation.
I didn’t see the woman again after that.
At least, not for a while.
Last month I moved into a different apartment on the first floor of the same building. I thought that would make me feel better about the whole thing.
It didn’t.
A few nights ago, I was sitting on my couch when I noticed someone standing outside my living-room window.
It was her.
Same clothes.
Same posture.
Same distance.
Except now she wasn’t looking at me.
She was looking **upstairs**.
At my old apartment.
I watched her for a long time without moving.
Then she slowly raised one hand and pointed toward my old bedroom window.
I looked upstairs.
There was someone standing behind the glass.
I couldn’t see their face.
But I could tell they were watching me.
And then the person upstairs raised their hand too.
**They were waving.**
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I live on the second floor of an apartment building, so I’ve never really thought much about people being able to look through my windows. I keep my curtains open most of the time because my bedroom gets pretty dark during the day, and honestly, there’s not much to look at anyway. It’s just the parking lot, a few trees, and the building across from mine.
The first time I saw her, it was probably around midnight. I was lying in bed scrolling through my phone when I happened to look up toward the window.
There was someone standing outside.
I remember just staring at her for a few seconds because my brain didn’t really understand what I was seeing. She was far enough away that I couldn’t make out her face, but I could tell she was a woman. She wasn’t moving or doing anything. She was just standing there, facing my window.
My first thought was that maybe she was standing on a balcony or something, but there aren’t any balconies on that side of the building. I even got out of bed and walked closer to the window to see if I could figure out where she was standing.
She disappeared when I turned the light on.
I looked outside afterward and couldn’t see anyone. I checked the parking lot from another window too, but there was nobody down there. I ended up convincing myself that I’d probably seen a reflection or something. I was tired, and it was late.
Three nights later, I saw her again.
Same spot.
This time I didn’t turn the light on. I just sat there watching her for probably five minutes. She never moved. I started wondering if she was actually looking at me or if she was looking at something inside my room.
Eventually I closed the curtains and went back to sleep.
After that, I started keeping them closed at night.
For about a week, nothing happened.
Then I woke up one night because I had to use the bathroom. My room was completely dark, but there was a faint outline of someone standing near the window.
I froze.
For a few seconds I thought someone had gotten into my apartment. I grabbed my phone and turned the flashlight on.
There was nobody there.
The curtains were still closed.
I opened them slowly and looked outside. Nothing.
That’s when I noticed the handprint.
It was on the window.
**On the inside.**
I remember just standing there staring at it. I didn’t touch it. I didn’t even really know what I was supposed to do. I ended up going back to bed and telling myself there had to be some explanation.
I didn’t see the woman again after that.
At least, not for a while.
Last month I moved into a different apartment on the first floor of the same building. I thought that would make me feel better about the whole thing.
It didn’t.
A few nights ago, I was sitting on my couch when I noticed someone standing outside my living-room window.
It was her.
Same clothes.
Same posture.
Same distance.
Except now she wasn’t looking at me.
She was looking **upstairs**.
At my old apartment.
I watched her for a long time without moving.
Then she slowly raised one hand and pointed toward my old bedroom window.
I looked upstairs.
There was someone standing behind the glass.
I couldn’t see their face.
But I could tell they were watching me.
And then the person upstairs raised their hand too.
**They were waving.**
#entertainment
source
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