A few blocks from the dollhouse, there’s a spooky old place and its occupant that never fail to rattle me a little when I walk past. Even in the daylight, the house gives me the creeps, but at night I’m often notably startled by the guy who lives there. Seriously, the passing drivers who can’t see the weirdo looking out the window probably think I’m either having a minor seizure (winter) or am in the process of being stung by dozens of fire ants (summer), but I can’t control my reactions when I forget to brace myself.
Today, I thought I’d photograph him on my walk with Sherman, so all you folks out there in the blogiverse can appreciate the freakiness of the situation. Before you scroll down to the photos, I highly suggest you take a moment to go empty your bladders –not right where you sit! You’ll regret that later. Go to your bathroom and do what you gotta do. I’ll hang out and wait for you to get back.
Are you sure?
He moves from window to window, but I’ve never passed this house without the creep inside staring out at me through the glass. Can you spot him? I shot this photo from sort of behind a tree for my safety.
Check him out. The uniform makes the whole thing even creepier. Who actually wears a military uniform around the house? Do you know how much ironing that would make? Sometimes he’s dressed in an army uniform: other days, he’s dressed in his navy blues (check out that jaunty collar) with his hat tipped just so. Is that a conflict of interest?
It just gets weirder and weirder.
As I zoomed in, because I’m not dumb enough to leave the sanctuary of the sidewalk, the creep just stood there, watching me. I didn’t even see him blink.
I apologize for giving you nightmares. Imagine what it’s like knowing this guy lives in your neighbourhood. I should buy a baseball bat or a cast iron frying pan or a poison dart gun to keep in my room, just in case of a weirdo intrusion emergency.
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