I had seen him through my bedroom window when I was a little boy; a day I remembered so clearly. My parents had just put me to sleep and I was getting comfortable under the covers. It was a warm summer night and my windows were open to listen to the sounds of the night. And just as I was counting my sheep and drifting off to sleep I heard a noise that awoke me.
There was a rustling noise just outside my window. I sat up straight in bed wondering what it could be, likely a cat, I thought. But the crunching on the dry grass and pine cones was simply too loud for a little four legged creature. I then heard a voice say, "Hey, you in there, why don't you come out and play with us?"
I stood up and slowly walked over to the window when I heard a different voice say, "Yeah, what are you too cool to be with us?" Then a third voice said "We're waiting, what's taking you so long?"
I peeked out my window and saw three boys who appeared as silhouettes standing under the window in the shrubs. I couldn't get a good look at them as it was simply too dark. But judging by their size I could tell that they were about my age of eight years old. I didn't say anything for a few moments as I studied them. I then said, "I can't go out right now, it's my bedtime. Maybe some other day."
They said nothing in return and I heard them walk away. I went back to sleep wondering who they were and why they came up to my window to ask me to go out and play in the middle of the night.
The next morning I told my parents about the incident and they seemed very concerned that there might be a weirdo or predator lurking in the neighborhood. I assured them that these kids were about my age. They trusted me, but just as I was about to leave the breakfast table they asked me if it was possibly a nightmare that I had last night. I told them no.
That day I went out to play with my friends and asked them if they had heard of three new boys, possibly brothers that had just moved into the neighborhood. They all said they had never seen anyone like that before. That's when I started to think that someone might be playing a trick on me.
Two nights later there was a scratching on the screen of my window and someone started to whisper my name. Again, I got up out of bed and looked through the window where I saw the heads of the three boys. They still wanted me to come out and play. I told them we could meet in the daytime, but they said they were only allowed to go out and play at night. I thought this was strange and I asked them why and they said it was their parent's orders.
I told my parents about my second encounter the next day and they said that I was dreaming. I thought maybe I was, but I couldn't really be sure. Kids allowed to only play at night? I had never heard of that before.
The next night they called my name again and I walked over to the window and looked out and that's when I noticed that the figure I had seen on three occasions was not three brothers but in fact three different heads on one body. It couldn't be real. I talked with him for a bit and then went back to sleep. I never told my parents that I thought it was a three headed monster that was coming to my window at night.
Time passed and I hadn't seen the three headed monster in weeks. Then one night I stood at my window hoping to see him again and then at about 2 a.m. in the morning I saw the three headed monster walking down the street but keeping in the shadows. I quickly snuck out of my room, put on my shoes, grabbed a flashlight and secretly left the house. I ran to catch up to him and he heard me coming. He started to run but he had trouble because he had a bad limp. It was so strange to see a three headed monster running down the street. He cut into a bush and I followed in behind. He then fell to the ground and covered himself. I could hear him crying and he howled, "Nobody loves me, nobody likes me, no nobody wants to play with me. Everyone hates me."
I shone my flashlight on him and pulled off the jacket he was covering himself with. He was no monster. He was just a boy like me. A boy born with three heads.
I reached my hand out to him and said, "Come on, let's go play."