A night I’ll never forget

As I write this, I’m confident that this is just a regular story about some asshole who invaded my privacy, but I’m not sure. I don’t care if you think this happened or not. I just want to tell you about that night. I’m not sure if this is a let’s not meet or what.<br><br>It was a cold January night in Toronto in 2013. I was 25, my bf (28) and I had just moved into a new apartment. It was a typical 1 bedroom apartment in a high rise tower. We moved in on a Saturday afternoon, and we spent that evening doing the usual moving stuff: unpacking, cleaning up, making the bed, the usual things. By 10:00 pm, we were both super tired, so we went to sleep with the bedroom window opened. The night was very cold and I don’t remember why we didn’t close the window. It was almost as if we were in a hurry to go to sleep and didn’t care about the window. Looking back, it makes no sense because we could’ve easily closed it and saved ourselves from what happened next. <br><br>We went to sleep around 10:00 pm. We didn’t set any alarm for the next day because it was Sunday and we could sleep in as much as we wanted. I remember that I had a weird dream around 3:00 am. I don’t know for how long I was dreaming, but I woke up, sat up on the bed and looked around. It was pitch black in the room and I had no idea where I was or what was happening. I was extremely groggy and confused - everything felt unreal. I looked to my right and saw my bf sleeping deeply. I looked to my left and there was a man standing right by my side, in front of the window. He wasn’t facing me. He seemed to be looking at my bf instead. I Rubbed my eyes. I thought I was still dreaming. I opened my eyes again and he was still there. I started to feel extremely scared and disoriented, but I didn’t know what to do. I didn’t know if I should scream, run away, or beg this weirdo to leave us alone. <br><br>I tried to wake up my bf by vibrant shaking his shoulders, but he didn’t wake up right away. This man didn’t move at all. I don’t think he even looked my way. He didn’t seem to realize I was now awake. He was just looking at my bf. I shook my bf again and he finally woke up. He was also very groggy and confused. He looked to his right and saw me shaking him and looking terrified. He looked to his left and saw the man. I don’t know what happened next because, for some reason, I blacked out. I remember my bf screaming at the top of his lungs and me passing out. We both think I might have had a panic attack. My bf says that he stood up, asked the man what the hell he was doing in their apartment, and then the intruder jumped out the window. According to my bf, the man jumped into the parking lot. He landed on his feet and ran into the night. We were on the 9th floor and he literally jumped out the window.<br><br>I woke up to my bf holding me and crying. He was begging me to please not leave him and that he was sorry. I was very confused. I had no idea what was happening. I looked around the room and everything seemed fine. But my bf was in hysterics. He told me everything and I didn’t believe him. I thought he was dreaming or something - I had no memory of anything. It wasn’t until I saw the broken window that I realized this actually happened. I didn’t remember anything until the next day. We didn’t call the police. I’m not sure why. We didn’t even tell family and friends. It was one of those things that we didn’t think anyone would believe. <br><br>We didn’t sleep that night. We sat on the couch, lights on, mainland awake. The next day we went to Home Depot to buy a new window and installed it by ourselves. We didn’t even ask for help. It took us the whole day to do it, but we did it. I didn’t go to work the next day. I stayed home “cleaning up” the house. My bf went to work. I was alone when he left. I was so scared. I didn’t leave the apartment again for weeks. I didn’t even go to the balcony. We moved out 4 months later. <br><br>That day, when we installed the window, I remembered everything. I started remembering things when my bf left for work. I remembered the man in front of my bed. The weird feeling I had. I remember passing out when my bf was screaming and I don’t remember anything else. I’ve never felt such fear in my life. I never forget that night. We don’t talk about it because it hurts us a lot. We are still together (married now) and we have a 4-year-old son together. We don’t know for sure if that man is still alive or not. I truly hope he’s dead. If not, he’s probably still out there. I don’t know what his intentions were. We don’t know if he was on drugs or not, but the fact that he jumped from the 9th floor is insane.<br><br>This is it. This is the story of a night I’ll never forget.<br><br>Edit: thank you all so much for your kindness. I’m so glad I shared this. It’s not a ghost story, it’s a weird story about a weird night. We’re doing fine. It happened 10 years ago, but it feels fresh in our minds. I’m sorry for the ones who don’t think this happened. That’s okay. I’m not here trying to convince anyone or trying to be a weird storyteller. I’m here to share this weird night with you.<br><br>Thank you all again for your kindness and for taking the time to read this.<br><br>Edit 2: I don’t know how many of you are asking me about the police, but we didn’t report it because it was a weird story. My bf was screaming at the guy and then he jumped out the window. I wasn’t even awake to confirm any of that. We just didn’t want to be called the weird couple. The police might have not believed us and we didn’t want to be called liars.