The Man My Wife Saw Through the Window

For three nights, Rebecca told her husband James that a man was standing outside their bedroom window.

James laughed.

They lived on the second floor.

“There is nowhere for someone to stand,” he told her.

On the fourth night, Rebecca woke him.

“He's there again.”

James opened his eyes.

The window was empty.

Then Rebecca pointed toward the glass.

“Look at his reflection.”

James looked.

There was a man standing behind them in the reflection.

He spun around.

Nobody.

When he looked back at the window, the man was gone.

The following morning, James noticed something strange.

There were muddy footprints outside the house.

They began beneath their bedroom window.

But they didn't lead away.

They led inside.

That night, Rebecca refused to sleep.

At 3:11 a.m., James heard breathing beside the bed.

He turned on the lamp.

Rebecca was asleep.

But her reflection in the wardrobe mirror was standing awake.

And beside her reflection stood the mysterious man.

Rebecca's reflection slowly raised one finger to her lips.

Then the bedroom door opened.

The real Rebecca whispered:

“James… whatever you do, don't let him know you can see him.”

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