The March at My Window

I haven’t been sleeping much anymore.

My two room apartment has a window right next to my bed. I’ve started to notice something odd about the people going by.

Have you ever seen how video game characters don’t seem to walk? They just glide forward while doing a walking animation, like a reverse moonwalk.

That’s what they do, they don’t tip forward with each step, and they keep their torsos completely straight and legs moving beneath them while they stroll past my window.

The other thing I find weird about them is that all of them are very, very smartly dressed. All the women wear long victorian looking dresses with puffy, usually red or blue short sleeves. The men all wear tuxedos with pants that go very far up their torsos. Some of the older men have short black canes with metal balls on the top.

They walk by my window every day, about two per minute, there timing not changing when the sky goes dark.

There is still one thing I can’t quite figure out though.

I live on the sixteenth floor.

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Credits to: photofreecreepypasta