The Boy Outside My Daughter’s Window Had No Shadow
Every night, my daughter waved to a child through her window. We thought it was imaginary — until we saw him hanging outside. Smiling. Watching. Shadowless.
The Boy Outside My Daughter’s Window Had No Shadow
It started as something innocent.
Every night, before bedtime, my 5-year-old daughter Aleena would run to her window and wave.
> “Goodnight, bhai!”
We thought she was just playing.
Children often invent imaginary friends.
But then I asked:
> “Who’s bhai?”
She smiled.
> “The boy outside. He comes every night.”
---
We lived on the third floor.
Outside her room was just open air —
No balcony.
No ledge.
Just sky.
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I brushed it off.
Laughed with my wife.
We even joked:
> “She has more friends than us.”
But soon, the laughing stopped.
---
The Drawing
One day, Aleena brought home a sketch from school.
The teacher asked them to draw their best friend.
Her paper showed:
A dark-haired boy
Hanging outside a window, upside down.
Big eyes. Wide smile.
And no feet.
> “Beta, why is he upside down?”
> “Because that’s how he plays.”
> “And where are his legs?”
She shrugged.
> “He says he doesn’t need them anymore.”
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That night, I sat with her at bedtime.
She waved again.
> “Goodnight, bhai!”
I looked out.
Just darkness.
But I felt something.
Like the air was heavier.
As if… we were being watched.
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The Night We Saw Him
It was a Saturday.
2:00 AM.
I was getting water when I heard Aleena whispering.
I peeked into her room.
She was sitting at the window.
Talking.
Laughing.
I walked closer — and my blood froze.
There was a boy.
Outside the window.
Upside down.
Face level with hers.
Not hanging from anything.
Just… floating.
His face pale.
Eyes glowing faintly.
Smile… too wide.
And most chillingly —
No shadow.
No reflection in the glass.
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I ran into the room.
Snatched her away.
But when I looked back…
The boy was gone.
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The Truth Unfolds
The next day, I spoke to the building's old watchman.
When I described the boy, his face turned pale.
> “You're not the first.”
He told me a story from 9 years ago.
A family had lived on our same floor.
A boy, 6 years old, had fallen from the window.
Late at night.
Trying to grab his toy.
He died instantly.
Since then, tenants in that flat reported strange things.
Children seeing a boy at the window.
Laughter in the wind.
Some even moved out.
---
I checked the records.
It was real.
Same flat. Same window.
Same age as Aleena’s “bhai.”
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The Final Encounter
I decided to seal the window.
That night, I slept in her room.
At exactly 2:13 AM, a tap on the glass.
Three knocks.
Slow. Hollow.
I turned.
He was back.
Face upside down.
His lips moved, but I heard nothing.
Then, in the fog on the window…
He wrote with his finger:
> “She’s my only friend.”
---
I whispered:
> “You need to go.”
He stared for a long time.
Then nodded slowly.
And began to fade.
Piece by piece.
Until the window was empty.
---
Aleena never saw him again.
But sometimes…
She wakes up and says:
> “I miss bhai.”
I say nothing.
Because deep down…
I know he still watches.
But now… from farther away.
About the Creator
Noman Afridi
I’m Noman Afridi — welcome, all friends! I write horror & thought-provoking stories: mysteries of the unseen, real reflections, and emotional truths. With sincerity in every word. InshaAllah.
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