Creepy neighbor who watched me shower

This happened when I was 12/13, and I'm 33 now. This happened in the 1990's in Texas. I was living in a house that my mom and step-dad bought. My mom and dad had just divorced, and I was living mostly with my mom. The house was across the street from a wooded area, and had a pretty big yard. There was also a creek running through the woods behind our property, but it wasn't visible from the house. We lived next to a nice older man. We'll call him Mr. T. He was about 65 at the time. He had a son that was a year older than me. This was Mark. Mark had two children of his own. The oldest was a girl and the other was a boy. The children were a few years older than Mark. Mark was a nice guy. We played together all the time. He was one of my only friends at the time. I loved going over to their house because Mark would always let me do whatever I wanted. We played in his room, we went swimming, and he took me to the creek all the time. I really liked Mark. I always got along good with Mr. T. I loved going over to their house to get a snack. He always had some kind of candy for me. Mark and his family would always babysit me when my mom had to work late. Sometimes I would stay overnight. They didn't mind at all. This all sounds normal enough, but that's when the trouble started. One night I'm outside of my bedroom window. I'm 12/13, remember, so I'm still at that age where we'd climb out the window to smoke. I'm out there smoking when I hear someone walking in the back yard. The moon was out that night, and it was very bright outside. I could see this man walking in our back yard. I don't recognize him at all. The first thought that goes through my head is, "Oh shit, what am I going to do? I've got a cigarette in my mouth." I tried to pan the cigarette out of the view so the guy could see my upper body, but the cigarette would just come back into view. This goes on for what seems like minutes. I was so fucked. This guy doesn't say anything to me. He just walks up and stands in our back yard. Finally he leaves. I don't say anything to my mom and step-dad. I just figure that I dreamed the whole thing. That is until a few nights later. I'm again outside of my window smoking. Mark had left some of his toys outside and I wanted to play with them. This time I hear some rustling in the bushes. The same guy was there again. He was closer this time, and I could see that it was indeed the same guy as before. He was wearing a white shirt and dark pants. That's all I could see of him. The guy again didn't say anything to me. He just stood there and watched me smoke. I didn't know what to do. I wanted to scream, but I was so fucked if I did that. I just stood there frozen in fear. I was so fucked. I just wanted to get back inside. The only way to get back inside was to go in through my bedroom window. I did just that. As I'm going in through the window I hear him walk away. I'm so fucking scared at this point. I'm so scared that night that I won't go to sleep. I can't sleep because I'm afraid that he'll come back in through my window. This goes on for two more nights. Three nights in a row he's watching me smoke. I don't tell my mom or step-dad about this again. One night I'm again smoking outside my window. I hear a branch break behind the shed. I look that way, but I don't see the guy this time. The branch breaks again. I turn around to see the guy in our back yard. It's Mr. T. I couldn't believe it. It's MY MR. T. I couldn't understand why he was doing this. That night I finally tell my mom about the man watching me smoke. I told her what he looks like and all. She told me not to worry about it because it's probably just the neighbors kids screwing around. I wasn't convinced. The next night I'm again outside smoking. I hear a branch break again. I turn around to look and see Mark watching me. This was odd, but I didn't think anything of it. I just figured Mark wanted to smoke too. I bring him a cigarette and we start smoking. I go back inside for a second to get another cigarette for myself. When I come back outside Mark is gone. This happens two more times. I'm so fucking scared now. I just know Mark is watching me. I know it. The next night I hear Mark watching me again. I go outside and smoke. Mark never shows himself. The night after that I hear someone outside. I don't hear the branch break because I'm facing that direction. When I see that it isn't Mark I just freak out. The guy turns around and runs off. My mom hears me screaming and comes outside to see what's wrong. I tell her that it's the guy that's been watching me. She goes inside to call the police. The police come and ask me what he looks like. I tell them that I don't know. My mom tells them what I told her. They ask if I know if the man has a car. I say that I don't know. The police ask to look at our property. They walk the perimeter of our back yard, but don't see him. They tell us not to worry about it because there's no evidence that he was going to hurt me. I didn't believe them either. I stop smoking outside my window that night. I just didn't want to take the chance that he'd come back. The next night I'm outside of my window. I don't see the guy. I don't hear anything. I never told my step-dad about this. He would have killed Mark. The next day I go over to Mark's house. I ask him why he's been watching me. Mark starts to cry. He tells me that his dad is watching me. I'm so fucking pissed. I ask Mark why his dad is watching me. Mark starts to cry more. He says that he can't control his dad. I'm so angry that I'm shaking. I tell Mark that he's not my friend anymore. Mark starts to cry even more. He asks me if we can still be friends. I tell him yes, but Mark can never come over to my house again. I never saw Mark again after that day. The next day we move out of the house. We move about 200 miles away from there. I never found out what happened to Mark. I don't know if anyone found out what Mr. T was doing. I hope they did. Let's not meet again.

Creepy neighbor who watched me shower

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