Trying to bring the creepiness back....
It was July, and we had just bought a beach house. It was the first night there, and my parents went to go see my aunt, who also had a beach house down in that area. I was sick, so every one in my family went but me.
It started getting late, and I began to get worried, so I gave my mom a call. She reminded me that it was about an hour away to my aunt’s and assured me they would be home. Trying to get my mind off of being worried, I lay on our new couch and began to doze off.
Now, let me say, our beach house was NOT near anyone EXCEPT our one neighbor Joe. I had never met Joe, but I had seen him, and he was definitely creepy. Anyway, I was asleep until I heard a knock at my front door. The knocking wouldn’t stop, and I finally realized it wasn’t coming from the door, it was coming from the window right next to me. It being nighttime, I thought it was my brother now home playing a joke on me. I opened up the window as fast as I could, trying to scare my brother, only to scream at the sight of Joe with foam coming out of his mouth and his eye in his hand—and yes, his eyeball was in his hand.
I ran to call 911, and Joe never did get inside, though he attempted to by trying to ram himself up against the window as I watched, crying my soul out. When the cops got there, they put Joe in the crazy house and told us that he had been in there about a year ago on account of being bipolar and trying to kill his daughter because he thought she was a burglar. We sold the beach house soon after that, but I’ll never forget that image of Joe, eyeball in hand, pounding himself against my window.
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