He Appears at 2AM – And I’m Starting to Think He’s Not Human

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For the past two months, my nights have stopped being peaceful. What started as harmless curiosity has turned into something that keeps me wide awake at night, too afraid to look outside—too afraid not to.

I live in a sleepy town just outside Springfield, Illinois. The kind of town where nothing much happens and everybody minds their own business. Or at least, they used to.

Because something is standing on the rooftop across the street. Every night. At exactly 2:00 AM.

I Noticed Him by Accident

One night after a long shift at the diner, I was sitting on my couch, sipping cheap beer and half-watching a rerun of The Office. The curtains were slightly open, and that’s when I first saw him—a tall, unmoving silhouette on the roof of the old storm-damaged house across the street.

He didn’t move. Didn’t look around. Just stood there. Looking up at the sky.

The next night, I stayed up deliberately. Same time. Same place. Same figure. I began to wonder if it was a weird statue or some trick of the light.

But statues don’t shift slightly when the wind blows. And they definitely don’t disappear before dawn.

No One Believes Me

I brought it up with my neighbor, who laughed it off. “That place? It’s been empty for years,” he said. “Nobody even goes near it.”

I tried to record it using my security cam. But every video turned out distorted. Grainy. Like the figure didn’t want to be caught on camera. Just a vague, humanoid shadow where he should have been.

I searched the town’s property records, newspaper archives, Reddit threads—anything that could explain what I was seeing. Nothing. Just a condemned home and a bunch of dead ends.

The Eyes Changed Everything

It wasn’t until last week that I truly became afraid.

I stepped outside, just a few feet, and looked up at the figure. I raised my phone like I was going to take a photo.

That’s when he turned his head.

His neck moved wrong. Too stiff. Too slow. Then I saw them—two bright, glowing eyes. Not shining like a flashlight. Glowing—like they were lit from within.

No pupils. No expression. Just searing white light burning straight into me.

I ran back inside. Locked everything. Sat in silence for hours.

I knew, somehow, that I had been seen.

He’s Not Staying on the Roof Anymore

For the next few nights, the rooftop remained empty. I started to think it was over.

But then I looked out the window again—just for a second.

And saw him.

Not on the same rooftop. This time, he was on the shed behind my house. Closer.

He wasn’t looking at the sky anymore.

He was staring at me.

I’m Running Out of Time

I’ve stopped going outside. I haven’t gone to work. I order food, keep the lights off, and avoid the windows.

But it doesn’t matter anymore. I hear footsteps on my porch. Scraping on the siding. I even heard a knock once. Just one.

I don’t know what he wants. I don’t know what he is.

All I know is this: if you ever see someone standing on a rooftop at 2AM, don’t look at him too long. Don’t try to interact. And whatever you do…

Don’t let him know you’ve noticed.

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