A Ghost Story

When my mother was about fifteen she lived in the basement bedroom of her parents home with her 12 year old sister. The house was large and one night her parents where away for the evening.  The dark had finally come. They were settling into their beds when they heard what sounded like an animal had fallen in their window well.  They both agreed that it would be too creepy to peek through their window blinds to see what was stuck in the window well so they ran upstairs to their parents bedroom.  Their room was directly above my mothers room. They opened up the window in their parents room and looked down into their window well... and saw a man, crouching down, peering into their bedroom down below. They both started screaming....

My Mother and her sister... in the room... with the window.

My Opa, Aunt JoAn, and fab mother.