This is from the perspective of my younger sister.
I was around ten at the time this all took place, And I still remember this story like it was only yesterday. To give a little context to this story across the street from where I lived was a middle aged woman with long black hair and pale skin, I always remembered that she was so reclusive and rarely (if ever) came out of her house I remember calling her “the vampire lady” since none of us knew her name.
This woman was very weird and creepy, she would always stare at anyone who walked near the curb to her house, it was always dark inside the house, like the the lights were never on, even if it was dark outside. But some nights my mom or older brothers would notice some strange activities that occur in that house.
We were never sure what was going on, we would just see some random light flickering, like something out of a Frankenstein movie.
One evening one of my friends (who I will call Jess for this story) came to my house for a sleepover, at some point I told Jess about the creepy woman across the street, and Jess suggested we check the house out when everyone else was asleep.
I was reluctant at first, but I eventually agreed.
At about two in the morning everyone was sleeping, And I knew that we had to be extra quiet, since my mom is a very light sleeper and would have not allowed me to go out after dark at my age. Somehow we managed to get outside without making a sound, now we had to cross the street to get to the house. Which had those flickering from behind her blinds, as we got closer the lights stopped completely. This should have been a red flag for us, but we moved forward.
Jess decided to try and peek into the house and as soon as she looked in she tugged at my arm
“Let’s go, now!” She told me in a quiet, yet firm tone
“Why? What’s wrong?” I asked her as we ran across the street, she never answered my question until we got inside my house. As soon as she locked the door, she told me that when she looked inside the window, she saw what looked like a video camera lens, and there was a small blinking light by it.
I suggested that we just go to bed and we will talk about it in the morning, and though I would like to say that’s where the story ended, it didn’t, it was about three in the morning, Jess and I were still trying to sleep when all of a sudden, I heard Jess scream, I had a bunk bed so I had to climb up to see what happened, only to see a camera lens looking into my bedroom window, my mom and brothers ran into my room with the lights on which much have scared whoever was by my window.
I told my mom that someone was looking inside the window. Instantly my mom grabbed a bat from one of my brother’s room and ran outside for a few minutes, abd after not being able to find the perpetrator my mom asked what this peeping Tom looked like.
Jess and I only saw the camera lens so we weren’t get a look at the person, but we know it was the woman across the street. We didn’t tell anyone until the next morning. My mom was a little irritated that we waited that long to tell her about the incident, but was happy that we made it out ok. Ever sonce, we never had a problem with that woman again.
But I still get the occasional nightmare about this event