"It Watches"

     There are some things in this world that I will never understand. Why can't animals speak? Why are some people taller than others? Why are tacos the best kind of food in the world? And the biggest question floating through my mind, why has that thing been staring at me through my window for the last half hour?
    Ever since I noticed it, I've had my eyes locked on it. It's twisted face still frozen in that horrid smile, its eyes unblinking. Its face was white and smooth, like a plain white bowl with eyes that seemed to peer directly into your soul. Its mouth curved up into an impossibly tall smile, the edge of its lips nearly touching its forehead.
    I think its waiting for me to move, to blink, to look away for a split second so it can swipe in for the kill or something. But I dared not look away.
    Why did I leave that damn window open? I scolded myself. It wasn't even that hot or stuffy in here. Maybe it was habit? Maybe it was open without me realizing it. But still, the matter remained, it was there and it wanted to get in. I could see it in its eyes, it hungered for my flesh. I mean, surely that's what it wanted, right? Maybe it wanted to kill me.
    That's the twisted thing about those short horror films that I've seen way too many of. There's always that monster that looks terrifying. Maybe its doing nightmarish things for its own entertainment. But then we see the creature creep closer to you before the massive jump scare. Then, credits roll. But you never see what happens after the jump scare. Does the monster eat them? Kill them? Disappear after putting the main character in cardiac arrest? Sure, it's up to the viewer's imagination to reach its own conclusion, but the question still remains, what does the monster actually want?
    My train of thought was interrupted by the sound of my sister's voice as she stepped into the room, demanding my attention. But I didn't want to give it. I couldn't.
    She repeated my name until I called out, "What do you want!?"
    "What are you looking at?" she demanded. "It's mean not to look at someone when they're trying to talk to you."
    "Do you not see that thing out there?" I asked, my eyes still locked on it.
    She turned her gaze to the window before fixing her eyes back on me. "There's nothing there."
    Those words struck me hard, like a wall of ice crumbling around me. So I'm the only one that can see it? This is just great, isn't it?
    "Can you stop, you're scaring me," she said.
    "Why did you come in here?" I asked, stiffly, refusing to release my gaze on the monster.
    I could hear my sister muttering something, but then I saw the monster's mouth moving up and down slowly. Was it laughing at me?
    Through my sister's emotional words, I gathered up my strength and courage and stepped from my seat and charged to the window, refusing to lose my sight on the ugly thing, and I grabbed the window to slam it shut. I wanted the thing to leave me alone, to stop taunting me. Instead, it grabbed my hands and refused to let go.
    I cried out, begging my sister to help me. My heart sank as I heard her scoff and leave the room. And I was trapped. Me and the beast outside.
    I pulled hard against the monster's grasp, but I felt its claws sink deeper and deeper into my flesh, refusing to let me go. It wanted me and it had me in its clutches. And it only looked more excited as it pulled me hard toward it. Harder. Until I was flung from my bedroom window. And landed hard on my face, two stories down. On the hard pavement below. The last thing I heard were the screams of horror from my parents. Then, everything faded to black...