Well I am not sure if these stories are meant to be about the peepers or the people being peeped on but I am the latter.
First I will set the location. My home, in my room. I have my computer room and bedroom and rec room all in one big room in my basement. What can I say, I am lazy!
This room has 3 windows all of which I leave the blinds open on to let in as much natural light as possible. One of those windows is right beside my bed.
It is Easter Sunday 2002, 3:15am. I had been reading and working on the computer all night and was getting sleepy. I stripped down to my birthday suit and turned on the TV and crawled into bed.
I was laying there no more than 5 minutes when I notice a shadow of some sort move just outside my window. I didn’t really think much of it as I see squirrels and such running across the top of the fence all the time and they usually catch my eye, sometimes with the illusion that there is someone in the yard, but it was always just an animal. Since it is very dark in my backyard at night time I couldn’t really see much so I just continued to watch TV.
Then I saw ‘it’ move again. This time I was able to make out the figure of a PERSON crouching down beside my window and he appeared to be peeking in. I froze. I didn’t know what to do or think. I had never really been in this situation before. I certainly wasn’t going to move, I was naked and he was watching me.
As my anger started to build I thought how dare you. How dare you invade my space like this, in my own home even. I am going to kick your ass! Then I saw him stand up, this was my chance to move. I jumped out of bed and ran to the other side of the basement in search of my baseball bat. I couldn’t find it fast enough and I was afraid if he saw that I was gone he would take off. So I grabbed my robe and ran up the stairs to the side door, opened the door and just listened for a second. Then I heard him move.
I ran out to the backyard at the end of my driveway and looked. It was so dark I couldn’t see a thing, but I knew he was back there. Then I saw him stand up and run. I yelled out “what the fuck do you think you are doing back here?” of course he didn’t answer and just kept running. He hopped the fence between my yard and the neighbours yard, I don’t even know how he saw it. Then hopped the next fence.
I was so livid by this time I wasn’t gonna let him get away that easy. I ran inside put on some clothes and grabbed my bike off the hooks it was hanging on from the ceiling in the basement. (Now as a side note, my bike is very heavy, about 45-50lbs and I ripped it down off the ceiling in about 5 seconds I was so pumped) It took me no more than 2 min to get dressed and get my bike up the stairs and go chasing after this little punk.
I hop on my bike, the tires are flat from being inside all winter. I decide to ride it anyway. So I ride around the neigbourhood like a mad woman. I was determined to find this little bastard. Alas he had vanished, I couldn’t see him anywhere. If I had gotten my hands on him I surely would have kicked his ass no matter what his size.
For the next few weeks I tried to keep the blinds in my room closed at night but it made me even more nervous not knowing if someone was out there. So now I just keep them open, and have my running shoes and my baseball bat right next to my bedroom door, just incase.
First I will set the location. My home, in my room. I have my computer room and bedroom and rec room all in one big room in my basement. What can I say, I am lazy!
This room has 3 windows all of which I leave the blinds open on to let in as much natural light as possible. One of those windows is right beside my bed.
It is Easter Sunday 2002, 3:15am. I had been reading and working on the computer all night and was getting sleepy. I stripped down to my birthday suit and turned on the TV and crawled into bed.
I was laying there no more than 5 minutes when I notice a shadow of some sort move just outside my window. I didn’t really think much of it as I see squirrels and such running across the top of the fence all the time and they usually catch my eye, sometimes with the illusion that there is someone in the yard, but it was always just an animal. Since it is very dark in my backyard at night time I couldn’t really see much so I just continued to watch TV.
Then I saw ‘it’ move again. This time I was able to make out the figure of a PERSON crouching down beside my window and he appeared to be peeking in. I froze. I didn’t know what to do or think. I had never really been in this situation before. I certainly wasn’t going to move, I was naked and he was watching me.
As my anger started to build I thought how dare you. How dare you invade my space like this, in my own home even. I am going to kick your ass! Then I saw him stand up, this was my chance to move. I jumped out of bed and ran to the other side of the basement in search of my baseball bat. I couldn’t find it fast enough and I was afraid if he saw that I was gone he would take off. So I grabbed my robe and ran up the stairs to the side door, opened the door and just listened for a second. Then I heard him move.
I ran out to the backyard at the end of my driveway and looked. It was so dark I couldn’t see a thing, but I knew he was back there. Then I saw him stand up and run. I yelled out “what the fuck do you think you are doing back here?” of course he didn’t answer and just kept running. He hopped the fence between my yard and the neighbours yard, I don’t even know how he saw it. Then hopped the next fence.
I was so livid by this time I wasn’t gonna let him get away that easy. I ran inside put on some clothes and grabbed my bike off the hooks it was hanging on from the ceiling in the basement. (Now as a side note, my bike is very heavy, about 45-50lbs and I ripped it down off the ceiling in about 5 seconds I was so pumped) It took me no more than 2 min to get dressed and get my bike up the stairs and go chasing after this little punk.
I hop on my bike, the tires are flat from being inside all winter. I decide to ride it anyway. So I ride around the neigbourhood like a mad woman. I was determined to find this little bastard. Alas he had vanished, I couldn’t see him anywhere. If I had gotten my hands on him I surely would have kicked his ass no matter what his size.
For the next few weeks I tried to keep the blinds in my room closed at night but it made me even more nervous not knowing if someone was out there. So now I just keep them open, and have my running shoes and my baseball bat right next to my bedroom door, just incase.
