Remember that one man that always seemed a bit creepy when you were a child? The man that seemed to always stare at you when you walk by? I do. When I was in 6th grade, I remember a man. Everyday I had ridden on the bus, one man would be sitting outside on his porch in a ballerina outfit. Everyone called him the "Tutu Man".
Honestly, I was creeped out by that man, since he always stared right at me whilst the bus passed his house. He was rumored to ride around on a bike in a tuxedo. Some people hung out with the man, and I thought it was a poor idea. The man had a mental illness, so I couldn't blame him, but he just kept giving me that creepy stare and the bad feelings, but now I know why.
The man kidnapped children a few months into the school year, and did horrible things to them. Some were rumored to be murdered or severely injured. They were kept down in his basement, and I remember one time he rode his bike in a suit, and came into my neighborhood. He never knew ''my'' address, right? How could he have known?
The man rode past my house a few times and stared right in the window, locking eyes with me. I picked up the phone and dialed 911, and the police came to my home minutes later. I explained what the man looked like briefly, and the police went to go ask around. There was a search, but he wasn't found.
That night I couldn't sleep at all. I tried, but kept tossing and turning, thinking of the man. Hours in the night, I heard my bedroom door open, and a figure stood there. It didn't look like my mother, father, or sister. My vision cleared up, and it was the man. His ballerina outfit was dirty and stained with blood. There were other unknown stains which I didn't want to describe. He held a bloody knife and the head of my cat. I bit my lip, trying not to scream, and I reached under my bed for my softball bat, and eventually found it with my fingers. The metal was cold. Grabbing it, I stand up, and walk over to him. He grabs my right shoulder, and I swing the bat right at his head. I hit him, and he slams into the wall and falls to the floor. His forehead instantly bruised, and he coughed up blood and fainted. My parents were alarmed and rushed over to me, asking what happened. I told them about the man, and the police then investigated.
The man was arrested that night, and found within his basement was bones, feces, blood, a corpse, and bloody weapons, such as knives and hatchets. I'm still having nightmares as of now.
I hope I never, ever see the man again.