When I was 5 me, my sister, my mom and my dad went for a vacation in a very fancy hotel. We booked a big room, it was mostly windows and glass doors but I liked that. One night I was getting ready to go to bed but when i went over to the window to close the curtains a tall skinny man jumped out of nowhere but I couldn’t see his face, I screamed as loud as I could, my mom came running in my room and she said “what’s wrong?” I said “there’s a man at the window” when my mom came over to the window she saw nothing and told me that it’s probably my imagination and that I should go to sleep, I went to sleep still horrified by the incident. The next day we went to dinner and when me and my sister went to go get dessert we saw a tall man smiling at us and asking if we wanted candy but we just ignored him and came to our table. My parents still weren’t done eating so me and my sister went to our hotel room alone, once we got there I went to the bathroom and as soon as I came out I heard my sister scream so loud and I ran over to her pointing at the wall behind the door, I turned and saw the same tall and skinny guy staring at us smiling and holding a large knife we ran out the hotel room holding a phone and calling 911 as we tried desperately to get away from that creep. We crashed into our parents coming towards the room, we quickly grabbed there arms and pulled them with us running and explaining to them the situation and once the police came they arrested the creep and we never went back to that hotel ever again. This story still haunts me to this day and I’m 12.
Author: Eshaal Rana