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I Couldn't See His Face

So this happened a few years back to me and it has been one of the creepiest and most disturbing things that I can remember.

I used to live in a small house in the outskirts of a Mexican town called Durango, not much to say about it, it was the worst place to live and was dangerous. I guess my mother really wanted to live far from my grandmother.

What I recall about this place was a small hole or skylight next to my room that had two windows: one for my room and the other was for my mom's room, it was dirty and debris was laying on the floor, I remember seeing rats and other animals in that place.

So my bed was at the center of the room and next to the big window I had my ware box, all my clothes were in there and a few toys. I was little at the time maybe seven years old and I was going to the school so we had to wake up early in the morning in order to shower, eat and all of that.

Regardless of the little time we had to get to the bus my mom took like an hour to put on her make up, dress and all of that. She did all of that in her room, and I guess she never foreshadow what was going to happen during the week that a big part of my life changed.

It was around 6 in the morning and I was putting on my clothes when I feel something isn't right about the place, I think it would had been better if I had only ignored it but for some reason I looked in the sky light and I saw a shadow, I stared at it and I notice a squatted man looking towards my mother room. My heart started pounding hard and maybe because of the moment but I couldn't see the guys face at all.

I started walking to my moms room to tell her this, I remember her wearing underwear and it was uncomfortable because I saw the man. So I just looked at her in the eyes and pointed to the skylight. She walked to it and I think she saw the man because she didn't said anything, like me.

I really don't remember what happen next but I'm sure my mom closed the windows shadows and started putting on her clothes as fast as she could.

We didn't own guns and my mom was alone, my dad left when I was like 3 so she called the neighbor who was my uncle and he goes out to check. There was a man and he was a nasty sob because talking about him later my mom told me that he was masturbating to her.

But that's not even the worst part.

A week later we were with my grandparents living until we found another place when my uncle calls her telling and someone broke into our home, she was on tears, usually she could withstand anything but she was teared apart by that.

We went to check the place, and whoever entered the house didn't took anything to expensive, some jewelry and money but the thing that made everything creepy was that my moms underwear and pants were all in the bed spread around. My mom used to be a model so she kept some photos around in folders or whatever and the guy found them and took some of them.

Time passed on and my mom threw away her clothes and all of her photos just keeping the ones that he didn't touch. We moved to my grandparent's house and later she left Mexico and came here with me to start a new life. I think great part of it was because of this unfortunately.

Before we did this I heard rumors that the guy had been caught and he was a sex offender and a drug addict. We were lucky to have someone we knew next because I cannot imagine how this would have ended up, or if I could tell this at all.