The face at the window

The draught from the open window blew it out as soon as it had flared, but not before I had seen, a strange thing on the other side of the street. It looked a bit like a face in the shadows, but the clock was 3am so it was a bit strange. I stood in five minutes in front of the window, I was just looking out of the window but nothing was moving. Suddenly the strange thing disappeared in the shadows. I thought a little about but I was so tired that I fall asleep.

I woke up with a bump. I looked at the watch the clock was four o clock a.m. I jumped out of my bed to look what that was going on. There were glass shards everywhere. Someone had thrown a tile though the window and had destroyed it. I took my shoes at ran to the window or the rest of it. I looked out of the window but there were nothing to see. Suddenly my eye caught an object in the shadows. It was that strange thing that looked like a face again. I just stood and looked at again but I got that feeling that it was a human. I got confirmed with myself I had to go down and find out about what it was. I took my pants and my jacket on and went to the door. I walked down the stairs to the entrance. I heard a voice behind me; it was the old motel owner. I asked me about what there was going on. I said to him that someone had thrown a tile through my window. He laughed and said that happens sometime because that the tiles on top of the roof were breakable because of the wind. It was an old house he said. I was a bit suspicious but I walked up to my room again. I couldn’t sleep because I thought too much about the things that had happened today.