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He won’t stop staring

he wont stop staring

Estimated reading time โ€” 6 minutes

Today was a weird day. It was another long day at the office. Piles of paperwork stood a mile high on my desk, and it’d taken hours to even make a dent in it. I couldn’t have been more relieved when the clock finally hit 5:00. I hightailed it out of there and went on my way.

I pulled into the driveway, and I couldn’t help but admire what stood before me. A gorgeous two story home layered with the highest quality brick. A 500 square foot red cedar deck out back. The luxurious pool below it, and a hot tub to boot. The perfectly symmetrical yard with lush green grass. A massive wine cellar in the basement. My wife and I had slaved away working multiple jobs each to save up for this place. Seeing the response to our offer had brought tears to our eyes. This was our dream home.

As I sat in the driveway, someone pulled up right beside me. I turned my head to see what was going on.


There was a man in the car. He couldn’t have been more than 40. His dark hair was receding, and he had thin eyes. He looked like he was tall, likely well over six feet, and pale. He was also creepily thin.

And he was staring at me.

The discomfort I felt was instant. You know how there are some people you look at and they immediately give you the heebie-jeebies? That was this guy.

I pulled forward a little. He did the same.

I went a little further. So did he.

That didn’t work. I decided I’d try to play it cool now. I turned to him smiling, and waved.


The blank expression on his face didn’t flinch. I don’t even think he blinked. I quickly turned my head away from him and started looking forward again.

It didn’t matter, I could still feel his gaze. I think you all know that paranoid feeling of being watched. Well I was was being watched, and that paranoid feeling had increased tenfold.

I quickly hit the lock button on my car just in case he tried to do something. Okay, maybe if I waited it out he’d leave me alone.

I kept my vision straight ahead and waited.

Thirty seconds passed.

Then a minute.

Then two.

Two turned to four.

His car hadn’t moved. He hadn’t left. Sweat began to trickle down my brow. If he is messing with me he is doing a really good job. I’m freaked the hell out. Was he going to try to hurt me?

This wasn’t working. I pretended I had just gotten a phone call, and picked it up. I mocked having a conversation and I made exaggerated movements to make it seem like I had forgotten all about him. I wanted him to believe I was on an important call all the while nervously looking into my periphery the entire time.

He was still there.

Okay, now what? I racked my brain for an answer. Maybe just maybe, he was as uncomfortable as I was. Maybe he had the same idea as me and was pretending to take a call now or something. Despite every instinct I had begging me not to, I turned my head and looked back in his direction.

He was still staring at me.

It actually felt more like he was staring through me. Like he was peering right in my soul. I could feel the goosebumps across my body en masse. Those eyes of his just wouldn’t look away.

I didn’t know what to do. Should I honk? Should I give him the finger? Should I threaten him? What if he was armed?

Before I could do anything, I saw him reach for the door handle. Our eyes narrowed in on each other. He slowly opened the driver’s side door about an inch.

He unbuckled his seatbelt. Our eye contact did not break. He methodically began his exit from the vehicle.


He was going to come for me. I knew it. This has gone on far too long to be a joke. He’s going to try to hurt me.

My breathing became more erratic. My body had begun trembling. I could feel sweat course down my body. My wet palms tightened around my keys. If he makes a move I’ll have to strike with these.

Our eyes still hadn’t broken contact. His door was wide open now. But instead of coming for me he made a mad dash away from me. Towards the door inside the garage that led into the house.

Oh no you don’t.

Instinct completely took over and before I knew what was happening I had unlocked my door and beelined towards the door. He’d had a head start but I was in better shape and started to catch up quickly.

He beat me to the door and tried to slam it on me. I was able to get there in the nick of time and stop it from completely closing. I don’t know what this guy’s intentions for me were but they weren’t good.


We fought hard to win the battle for the door. He tried with all his might to keep me out. I did the same to keep that from happening.

Suddenly all the resistance I had felt was gone and I fell forward, toppling to the floor inside the house. I lifted my head. The man was gone.

Where did he go?

I quickly got up and slowly moved forward. I didn’t see him anywhere. It was too late to turn back now. Luckily, I knew every inch of this house like the back of my hand. There were only a few spots he could be.

I ventured further into the house and reached the edge of the kitchen. My eyes quickly surveying my surroundings, and my head on a swivel. I saw the knife rack over by the sink.


There were two empty slots.

Thankfully it wasn’t empty though. I tiptoed my way over. Each step perfectly soundless. I heard the creak of a door and quickly turned. The man rushed out at me from the pantry and swung his knives at me wildly.

“Who the fuck are you?!”

I was able to dodge the first swing. I nearly dodged the second but it grazed me, creating what I imagine looked like a slanted line of blood right across my face.

I bolted towards the living room. He followed in pursuit.

I looked around for anything I could use to protect myself. There was the fireplace, and the fire was burning. Perfect, I’d grab a fire poker.

Where are they?

A massive amount of force struck me in the back and I toppled over right in front of the fireplace. I quickly shifted from back to front to see my assailant.

He swung down hard with his right. I narrowly avoided the blade and it lodged into the wooden floor.

I wasn’t so lucky the second time.


The next blade plunged through my right hand, and I screamed in agony. Tears immediately burst out of my eyes and my vision went blurry.

I’d never felt such pain in my entire life.

But I needed to try to remain calm. While my hand was now punctured with his knife, that also meant he was out of weapons.

That was when I was met with a blunt force to the side of my head. The water in my eyes had already made it difficult to see. Now things had gotten fuzzy. I was seeing stars too.

The man bent over me and struck me over and over. I knew somewhere my face had been busted open because I felt the warm trickle of blood flow from my temple down past my cheek.

I was fading. I couldn’t take much more of this before I’d be out…or worse. I pulled the only card I had left. I kicked him in the balls. He collapsed and I yanked the knife out of my hand.

I swung at him with everything I had only to miss. Somehow he was already back to his feet. I swung again but he was able to break my grip of it and the knife went flying.

I tackled him and he fell back into the brick surrounding the fireplace on the left. Pictures that had been mounted above us fell and glass shattered everywhere.

I grabbed the biggest piece I could find and pierced his leg.

He let out a guttural howl.

Then with every ounce of energy I had left in my body I forced his body right. Right into the fire.

His body struggled and contorted unnaturally as his head was burned to something beyond recognition. Finally, his motions ceased.

I leaned back exhausted. We’d made a hell of a mess. This certainly wouldn’t be easy to explain. I gently grabbed one the pictures that had fallen, brushing off the broken glass, and took a look at it.

I’ll give this guy credit for one thing. He has a beautiful family.

Credit: Sam Gallenberger


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