desaign rumah minimalis

1.so i still remember this happening so vividly. it was terrifying to the point that i hadto move rooms as i was too scared to sleep in my original one. so here is the story. it's a long one.

desaign rumah minimalis, the houses in this suburb were back to backso basically there was a street a line if houses a fence sectioning them off anotherline of houses and then their street. the backyards were what touched each otherso you could basically climb your backyard fence and land in your neighbours backyard.

this is important to understand the layoutso i apologise. my house towards the back of the house wasthe laundry and then my room with a large glass door leading outside. it had windows on the side which sat on aconcreted side passage that connected the front if the house to the backyard. my bed was pushed against the wall with thewindow above and next to it. nine year old me was a night owl as a youngkid i used to pretend to go to sleep and wait for the all clear then turn on the lamp andread my books. this particular night it was windy so youcould hear the dry leaves being blown up and

down the side passage. it was around midnight when i heard the leavesshifting and moving around outside a lot quicker then before, assuming the wind had pickedup i kept reading. the noise was growing louder and louder andit seemed to stop right by my window. the house is an older house and is on stiltsso my window would have been 2-3 feet off the ground. i heard a bang against the wall then a scrapingnoise. i froze sitting in bed as that noise camefrom right behind me. i panicked as the scraping was more and morefrequent and i turned the lamp off and did

what every child would do in that situationi retreated under the covers and hid while listening. my heart was pounding i can still feel thefear till this day. the noise stopped and i heard the crunchingon the leaves as whatever it was, was walking away. i was trying to gather the courage to runto my parents room which was at the front of the house but that meant i had to walkpast the glass door. then i heard a thump thump up the stairs tothe back door then the clamouring of the wind chimes.

they were metal and hung low who ever it wascould not see it in the dark and must if knocked them as they were peering in the door. i heard them grab it and throw them to theground. this was followed by tapping and scratchingand they even tried the door handle. i screamed to high heaven hoping dad wouldwake up. i heard the person clamber away i got up andran to my parents room. woke up dad in a panic declaring someone isoutside. he took off with a baseball bat and no pantslike the knight in shining armour he was. i don't know how long it was but he came backand told me he could not find anybody and

i should go back to bed. i refused and slept in the lounge room thatnight. it got to a point where i was so unsettledmy parents had to shift all the rooms around to move me from that room. it was only years later when i was 20 andwe were at family dinner talking about things we did when we were young. i brought up that story. my dad turns to me and says since we don'tlive there any more i guess i can tell you that i did find someone that night.

he found our neighbour bill whom was the fatherof one of my friends from school. he was trying to climb over the fence whendad caught him and the first thing he said to my dad was - oh, did something make herscream? dad refused to tell me what happened afterthat. but that line chills me to this day. he found his ladder on its side near my windowin the morning which of course he did not tell me about either as the creep was tryingto climb into my room. 2. so, around 10 -12 years ago (in england) ilived in a little 2 bedroom house on a long

road, it is a terraced house on a long stripof other terraced houses. back in the day all the attics where joinedand you could literally travel through them, years later they realised it was a bad idea,fires spreading, burglars etc. and so all the attics where bricked up so each housewas secure. one night i was soaking in the bath when iheard a noise above me, thinking it may be an animal or something i just ignored it,this went on for a few weeks only it was getting to the point i would only hear the noise wheni was in the bath/shower or getting changed. i got a friend to check the attic and he toldme he didn't see anything (he just stuck his head inside) which just confirmed my animalstory.

not much happened after that for about a monthor two when one night i was alone, i was getting ready to take a shower as i was heading outwith friends, i heard the same noise above when all of a sudden the dog started goingcrazy, barking and looking directly above me. clearly i was freaked out and decided to getready at a friends house. the next day i was outside my house when theneighbour shouted me, now my neighbour is creepy as hell, small, stinky, strange lookingwith hint of crazy in his eyes. he asked if i was ok, being polite and tryingto show him he doesn't really bother me i said yes and went about my business.

just as i got to my door he asked if i gotto my friends ok, at first, without thinking i said yes thank you, smiled and waved goodbye. when i got inside my house i realised thathe would not know i was at a friends unless he heard me on the phone, and, as i was socreeped out the night previously i was practically whispering to my friend!! anyway, i rang family members. told my dad and they all came round, theyturned the lights on in the bathroom but kept all the other lights off, opened the atticdoor and you could see 2 lights shining right through to the top of the attic, 2 tiny littleholes, my bathroom ceiling was quite dark

so i never noticed them. my dad went in, he was gone a while but whenhe returned he was blazing angry. he ignored everyone and walked straight outsideto the neighbors house, we heard him shouting for the neighbour to open the door but hewas not home. i asked my cousin to go up to check it out,when he came back down he told me that the wall separating the attics had been knockedthrough, most of the brickwork was on my side so it was knocked through from the other side. we called the police but they told us thatthere was no proof he had done anything, the neighbour told the police he never used theattic and the previous tenants may be to blame.

clearly he was to blame the old dirty pervert!! i don't think i have ever been so disturbedknowing that the dirty pervert had been watching me for all that time. i never stayed in that house again. 3. okay, so a little bit of back story. i am a 19 year old male, was about 10 whenthis took place. i spent a large part of my childhood livingin a town called renfrew, ontario, canada, with my mom and her fiancee at the time.

it was a pretty average sized town, calm,peaceful, and a relatively nice place. we lived in a house on a street that i believewas called stewart street... life was pretty normal for the most part. our driveway and our neighbours driveway wereboth connected, so we had to park beside each other and both houses were pretty close toeach other. i never saw much of my neighbour, other thanthe occasional time that he was in his backyard, probably tending to his garden. he was a middle aged man, probably 40 or 50,and he never said hello or acknowledged me or my family when we looked at him or walkedpast him in the driveway.

everything continued as normal as ever, untilone night when i headed into my room to go to bed. my room had one window, and it faced out towardsthe driveway. i had blinds, but they were always slightlyopen so that i could see through the open gaps. on this night, as i lay in bed, i could hearcrunching in the gravel on the driveway. i never thought anything of it and assumedit was probably my mom's fiancee outside doing something, but no, i was very wrong. i turned over in bed to face my window, andas my eyes slowly adjusted in the dark, i

could see through the gaps of the blinds thatthere was a pale face looking through my window, staring directly at me. i made eye contact, and i couldn't look away. i was so horrified that i almost wet the bed. i tried to scream out for my mom, but i wastoo scared of him hearing me and breaking through the window. he continued to stare, but it was almost asthough he was looking off into the distance towards me, like someone who was zoned out. finally, he slowly raised his head up to theroof, and he started screaming at the top

of his lungs. "shut up you birds! shut up! shut up!" the second he started screaming i got chills. the creepiest part of it all was that therewere no birds... no birds chirping, no noise, nothing... other than him. his screaming was so serious and so full ofrage that it felt as though he was legitimately

enraged by these imaginary birds. somehow everyone in the house except me managedto sleep through this screaming, which went on for almost the entire night. i did not sleep a wink, and the man didn'tleave my window until about 4 am. when morning came, i was far too scared totell my mother about what had happened. i just went about as i usually did. the door we entered the house from was inthe backyard, which meant when we left we had to walk through the driveway. usually my neighbour was never outside, butone day while i was walking to school, he

was standing in the driveway, about to getin his car. i did my best to look down and avoid him,walking as close to the wall of my house as possible, when i noticed out of my peripheralsthat he was standing completely still, holding his car door open, watching me walk. my eyes naturally darted towards him, andi could see his eyes watching me, full of something i can only describe as intent. his night time screaming continued, alwaystelling the birds to shut up, occurring about every other night. on the nights that he didn't show up, i hadchronic nightmares about him opening my window,

and my grades started to suffer. i was in a constant state of terror. eventually i realized that i had no choicebut to tell my mom what was going on. i woke up after one of my nightmares and wentinto her room and told her about our neighbour. she attempted to assure me that i was imaginingit and i was only dreaming. the rest of the story is from what my momtold me years later when i was much older, because i was too young to hear about it. after i told my mother about what was happening,she and her fiancee decided they should closely pay attention to our neighbour.

one night they were having a few drinks andplaying frisbee in the backyard. my mom threw the frisbee and it landed onthe grass. in our neighbour's yard. mom walked right on over into the yard (therewas no fence separating us), and picked up the frisbee. it had landed quite close to the neighbour'swindow. she bent down to pick it up and as she stoodback up she caught a glimpse in the window, into the kitchen of the house. the entire kitchen counter was covered inporn magazines.

sex toys were strewn about. my mom and her fiancee started freaking out,assuming he was a paedophile or something, and they marched straight to his door andstarted banging on it. the door had a window, and they could seethe neighbour through it in the hallway. but he looked different somehow. he turned around, shocked by the loud banging,and revealed a face covered in makeup. bright red lipstick, mascara, womans clothes,etc. this man was a crossdresser. normally it wouldn't be such a big deal, butthere was clearly something wrong with this

man. every alarm was going off and my mom feltas though he may have someone in his basement or something. he ran away, and then came back and answeredthe door a few minutes later, face washed and regular clothes on. my mom and her fiancee flipped out on him,asking him why he was screaming at my window, what was with all the porn, etc. i was never told what he replied to all ofthis. my mom called the cops, and they ended upcoming and searching his house.

inside they found tons of child porn. i have an idea of what that man wanted withme, but i have no idea what he was on about with the birds. clearly he had some sort of mental condition. all i can really say is that i am so *ingglad i don't live there anymore. i have a few more stories of that town, becauseit was full of creeps for some reason, but those are for another day. 4. this actually happened to me when i was younger;i'm just typing this straight out so there'll

be no fancy script or editing - here it goes:when i was ten years old, i was seriously into spy stuff. anything to do with spies, i wanted it andthat was that. i had a little notebook beside my bed thati would write all of the car registration plates in my estate down in to 'keep track'of everyone and to identify potential intruders. i never did find anything interesting butin my young mind, i was the next 'harriet the spy' (love that movie). i used to share my spy activities with april,the girl next door, because she indulged them and seemed to enjoy snooping about with me.

my mam had bought a set of binoculars duringthe celtic tiger because, well, she could. once i discovered these, i used them constantlyto look at birds up close in the sky, at people far down the street and, of course, into myneighbours' houses. the neighbour directly across from my housewas a single man in his forties who very much kept to himself. i would sometimes watch him through my binocularsbut he was boring - would always just sit in his bedroom. april and i would make up stories about hishouse being haunted and we'd freak ourselves out so much that at least one of us wouldgo home, pretending to feel unwell.

when april suggested that we ditch the babycrap and become real spies, i was intrigued. the plan was to sneak into our creepy neighbour'shouse... that was it. we were only 10 - we had no agenda. creepy neighbour always left his kitchen windowopen, even when he was at work, so we climbed in. it was 4pm in the day in the middle of july. it was hot, sunny and we were very much alonein this man's house. i always get this feeling of pure terror wheneveri enter a premises i'm not supposed to be. it's the stress of being caught and has alwaysfreaked me out.

anyway, i remember feeling that sort of fearbut april was giddy and jogged up the stairs. i waited in the kitchen, eyes fixed on thefrosted front door and half-imagining creepy neighbour's shadow to suddenly appear... "uhm, m-michelle?" i could hear april's weak voice stammer myname from upstairs and i immediately didn't like it. i had to get out. i quickly climbed out of the kitchen windowand ran back across the road leaving april alone in creepy neighbour's house.

i knocked at april's door and told her grandmother(who she lived with) where she was. relief washed over me as i watched the small,fat old woman waddled across the road to get her grand daughter. before she reached the front door, april burstout wide-eyed and crying. my mam would not tell me why the police camebut i secretly watched with the binoculars from my bedroom window as they made creepyneighbour's dull, quiet house come to life with lights and loud talking. i looked into his bedroom where two policemenwere standing side by side staring at the wall.

at pictures on the wall. i will never forget that moment when i finallygot those binoculars into full focus and saw... myself... in a framed photo on creepy neighbour'swall. i was in my own front garden making a daisychain. i must have only been about two years old. that's when i noticed the others... therewere about 50 pictures of me at all different ages, on my neighbour's bedroom wall. he was arrested at work that day. caretaker in the local primary school.

that's all that i can remember from that time. april and i never spoke again after the incidentbut she still lives next door to me and has her own daughter called lilah. it still shakes me, 14 years later that whilei was out spying on all the neighbours, there was one spying on me. and i never knew. 5. i'm so scared right now. i don't know how many of these are true butif anybody has ever experienced anything like

this please let me know because i'm shittingmyself. here's some background. i'm 24, i live in london in the flat i grewup in. it's a house spilt into two flats, one iscouncil and one is owned. the flat upstairs is a sort of rehabilitationhouse so my neighbours are always changing. usually if someone doesn't react well to 'livingin the real world' they're taken back to hospital and i get a new neighbour. i've actually been pretty lucky in this senseand haven't had any problems with anyone. so about four months ago daniel moved in.

now occasionally, mostly if a new neighbourhas been involved in a crime, i'll get a visit from a social worker of some sort explainingthat if any previous problems arise again, to call said number blah blah. this tends to happen if they've had a violentpast, although they never divulge any real personal information about the crime or theneighbour. anyway, so he moves in and for about the firstweek, i don't hear anything from him. i usually make a point of being friendly withmy neighbours (considering we share the same building and they usually have some mentalissues) however, every time i knocked for him, there was no answer.

eventually, i gave up and slipped a note underthe door explaining who i was and telling him to let me know if he needed anything. two days later i was coming home from golfingwith some friends when we met in the hall. he seemed nice enough, obviously this helpedme to feel better about the situation and after our chat, i felt more at ease. we had a lot in common. we shared a lot of the same interests. we were both huge arsenal fans, i explainedthat i'd just been golfing and he told me how he considered himself a golfer too.

i reiterated the note telling him to let meknow if he needed anything. i felt so much more at ease as i went to bedthat night. * writing this all now seems so *ed up buti guess i have to explain the story. so anyway, long story short, we got closerduring the next 2 weeks or so. he'd come round to watch the footie at minea few nights after work and shared conversation over some beers. he told me about rehab. he explained that he'd previously been ina toxic relationship that had driven him close to insanity. it was strange because i'd never been so openwith a neighbour. as accepting as i was of

the upstairs residents, i usually kept mydistance. but although i could never personally seemyself getting into a situation like daniel did, i felt like i understood his point ofview and feelings. he seemed like a nice guy, who'd had a badthing happen to him and became emotionally unsteady for a while. we ended spending a lot of time together,when live in the same building, it's so easy to end up doing so. but it's not something i dwelled on, we goton really well, liked the same music, football team, sports, it was good.

so anyway, one day i came home after a longday at work. my boss had been a dick all day, i was tiredand wanted to sleep. daniel must of heard me come in because hecame to his door and asked if he could come i told him i wasn't really up for it, he lookeda bit disappointed but i'd had a shitty day and just wanted to go to sleep. when going to bed, i noticed something reallyweird, this literally gives me shivers thinking about it now, there was an imprint of a bodyon my sheet. like someone had been just been lying here. i just kind of stared at it.

i racked my brains, but i knew i hadn't laidon it since i made it this morning. infact, i hadn't even remembered making it. regardless, i was too tired to really care,i just pulled back the sheets and went to sleep. over the next few weeks i saw less of danieldue to a number of reasons, work, other commitments and generally, i felt like i needed space. we'd gotten very close and that was cool butespecially being in such a close capacity the friendship seemed a bit too intense. i did feel bad for daniel, he hadn't doneanything and i'd blown him off quite a bit,

but i needed my own space. one night i brought a female friend home froma night out as she lived far away and buses had stopped running. it was around 4 in the morning so i triedto be quiet as i walked in the communal hallway. as i was unlocking the door i heard footstepsin my flat. i was high at time and freaking the * outbut didn't want to freak out my friend. i grabbed a golf club from my hallway andcrept into the kitchen where the noise was coming from. i turned on the light and ran in and danielwas there.

he was just sitting on my *ing counter smiling. i swear to god i've never been so *ing freakedout in my entire life. obviously i asked him what the * he was doingin my kitchen at 4 in the morning and he said something about borrowing some milk. i asked him how the * he got in and he wentsilent. he asked who my friend was and the tone, it'sso hard to describe, but it was like he was my wife or something. it had a kind of jealous pang to it. he left and me and my friend made our wayto bed.

but this is the weirder part, my bed had beenlain in, but fully lain in, my tv was on and my wardrobe was open. he'd been in my room. how long had he been in here?? the next morning i couldn't shake it frommy head. it was so weird, that was too weird. i wasn't sure whether or not to call the socialworker. in hindsight, i *ing should of then and therebut i didn't. but i completely avoided him.

i think he knew he'd overstepped the markbecause he didn't try to talk to me either. so that brings us here. the other day my mum called, she was askingabout work etc and i told her i was thinking of quitting. not to go too off track, but my boss is aprick. he was keeping me on late, underpaying me and just generally taking the piss. weended the conversation and i went to bed. fastforward to two mornings later (today). i go to work, my boss isn't there. i'm happy, go about my day until a close colleagueapproaches me.

he tells me the boss was hit with a golfingclub last night and is in hospital. now i feel bad for feeling happy that he wasn'tin. he's going to be fine and they've got twosuspects but they haven't revealed who they are. as i said, by boss is a dick, so as bad asit sounds, i'm hardly surprised he has a lot of enemies. so i came home tonight, feeling a bit chirpieras i've had an easy day at work. there's a letter through my door from thesocial worker telling me to call her. i do it and she tells me daniel's been arrested.

writing this it seems as if it was obviousthe whole time, but you've got to understand that life isn't like a film, you don't expectthis *ed up shit to happen to you. yeah maybe someone on the news in some faraway, american town, but not in my flat in london.she tells me she can't tell me any else but i just knew. by this point, i'm freaking the * out evenmore. i went upstairs and just kicked the *ing doordown. i've never done anything like that it waslike something out of a film but my body was pumping with adrenaline and i just neededto know what the *.

oh god, it makes me sick to write this. i'm alone in my flat and i'm scared. i'm 24 and i'm scared to be in my house. i went into his room, directly above mine,there's nothing that out of the ordinary, it's a lot like my room actually, wardrobe,arsenal posters, but there's one weird thing. there's a camera pointing down at the floorboardsbut it looked like he'd just put it down there so i didn't think anything of it, but aboveit were tapes, i had no idea he made films but looking closer all the boxes had my nameon it and things i did aka x talking to mum x watching tv x with girl.

my stomach is twisting at this point i'm justthinking please no please no. i switched on the video tape and there itis. a clear gap between the floorboards that focus'on my bed. it's just above my wardrobe so i'd never spotit. obviously i called the police. they came straight away and i finally foundout the truth about his past and his 'toxic relationship'. he had stalked this girl thathe went to school with and she had to move before he was finally admitted. the police have just left and i'm alone, inmy flat.

my neighbour has been watching me for fourmonths from a hole in my roof and i just found out. i'm terrified.

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