He’s staring again.
The man is wet but it’s not raining.
He bangs on the glass but no one looks at him.
It’s so loud.
He’s screaming and there’s darkness coming from his mouth but no one sees.
Sometimes he stands by the front door, waiting for someone to open it.
But no one comes.
I want to help but the way he stares scares me.
He yells at my family as they stand in the kitchen talking by his window.
I don’t like it and I bark at him but they always tell me to be quiet.
I think he wants to come inside, but I won’t let him.
My family tries to open the window sometimes but I go wild and bark and push them away.
They think it’s funny and don’t want to upset me so they leave it closed. The man screams more but no
one hears.
I lay down in front of the window.
Time for bed…..I hear footsteps….
They sound heavy and different from my family.
I open my eyes.
The man is standing in the kitchen. Inside the house!
The window is open!
All of my hairs go up.
He’s staring again, but now with a smile….

This was written by our contributing writer, Isis Jordan.