I look at the windows of your houses at night. This is my dark silhouette, you can notice the corner of the eye behind the glass when you put out the light in the room. It is my claws that sometimes leave marks on the windowsills. This is my gaze you feel on yourself when there is nobody in the house except you. And my voice is like howling wind.
Do not think that I look into your homes to scare you. No, I do not need it. I'm just curious to watch you. Believe me, in those places where I live, there are not so many interesting things, except for spiders, woodlice, and millipedes. They all look alike and behave the same, but you don’t. You are all different. I have never seen two identical people.
Of course, you also have common features. The very first thing I noticed when I became interested in you is that the windows are most often looked either by small people (if I am not mistaken, you call them the word “children”) or old ones. But the average almost do not look (although it is the middlemost often wash the windows). I try not to show your eyes, but sometimes it happens that some little person notices my silhouette behind the glass. He immediately starts screaming, sometimes water flows from his eyes. The middle ones immediately run up to him and for some reason grab him in his arms and push him to him. As if I want to take it from them. After that, they carefully peer out the window, and then cover it with a rag, which is probably specially designed for this.
One night I wandered the streets and looked out the windows. Behind one of them, I saw a little man. He sat on the floor and water flowed from his eyes. I was very surprised at this then, and a funny thought came to my head that there were other monsters in the world and one of them had recently looked into this window and frightened the little man. This thought so amused me that I accidentally hit my head on the glass. The little man looked out the window and suddenly grinned. He jumped to his feet and walked to the glass. I have never seen small people behave this way. It frightened me so much that I rushed to my feet and he opened the window and started shouting after me: “Dad! I knew you were coming back! Dad, where are you? ” I don’t know who this Pope is, but I never came to that window again - I would not want to meet him by chance if he comes back.
Some time ago, I was interested in watching two average people. They lived outside the windows and shouted something at each other every evening. One of them was with long hair on the head and the other with short. The Longhair during the scream grabbed various objects and threw them into the Shorthair. He dodged them and shouted something in response. Then the long-haired fell silent and water began to flow from his eyes. It was interesting and fun to watch them, but then I became interested in other windows and forgot about these two for a while. After some time, when I came again to look at them, I saw that another person is now living with longhair. Also medium and also short-haired. But now they did not scream, but spoke quietly and grimaced. And sometimes they wrapped their arms around each other and tried to bite off each other's lips. It was such a terrible sight that I began to bypass this window. By the way, I saw the first shorthair next to the house in which the little man was waiting for Papa.
Yes, I forgot to tell you about the case of an old man. Once I looked into one window and immediately stumbled upon his gaze. White hair was growing on his head, and his skin was as if it had too much - all in folds. He lay on the bed and looked at me with a very attentive and a little sad look. Then another old man entered the room. I don’t know what color his coat was because there was some kind of colored rag on his head. The first old man said something and pointed his finger at the window. Water flowed right from the second from his eyes, he bent over the white-haired one and began to stroke his head. For some reason, I felt funny and I left, and when I returned many days later, the white-haired was no longer in the house. Only the second person remained in it. Water constantly flowed from his eyes, and for some reason, a colored rag on his head turned black.
Recently, I was looking out the window of an average person and he noticed me. He screamed so loudly that I nearly went deaf. Of course, I ran away, but after a few days I returned and it turned out that now this man is sleeping in the light. Since then, when other people turn off the light and I stop seeing them from behind the glass, I go to his house every night, stand near the window and look at him while he sleeps. He is a very kind person, since he allows me to do this. And he shouted, probably from joy. In vain, I was then scared of his scream.
Sometimes it seems to me that I don’t understand much. I don’t know why water flows from your eyes and why you are trying to bite off each other’s lips. I can only guess who the Pope is and what the color of the rags on the heads of old people means. I do not know all this and I have no one to ask about this. I'm alone in this world, and your windows are my only entertainment, but I don’t really want you to be afraid of me. Let's agree. If you suddenly notice my silhouette behind the glass, then just grin and wave to me. Then I will know that you do not want to see me and I will no longer come to your window. If you want to see me again, scream. Shout as loud as possible and do not turn off the lights at night. I will definitely look at you for a light.