There is a Mr Creepypeepers at my window!

I looked up a few hours ago to find a man outside my office window. It was alarming to say the least. Wrong window fucko, I am not intimidated by a little peeping tom.




My office backs up to a large driveway with a small adjacent backyard. The window has a split pane that opens out making a 1 by 2.5 ft opening. The frosted security glass has wire in it so you can not see in or out. I flung it open and said hello. He told me they were doing some work back there, and apologized for startling me. No problem. I closed the window almost all the way and returned to my desk.

A few minutes later I opened the window again and he was out there looking across the yard. He seemed to be watching over another worker. He inquired about the type of business this was. I explained to him that we are an art studio, also hosting educational events. (Somewhere in there, he told me he was the brother of the guy who lives in the house behind my office.)

He seemed harmless enough but my creepy meter was still on alert. I pulled the window to and returned to work. A couple of minutes later I looked up and he was standing close to the window. His hand was moving back and forth by his crotch. (He appeared to have his pants on and no little gristle sticking out so I wasn’t positive it was not just a case of rotten crotch.)I jumped up and threw the window open once more. I asked him what kind of work they were doing and he stammered again that his brother lived there. He obviously didn’t realize I could make out what he was doing through the window. He stepped away from me about 3 feet and continued to look across the yard, trying to make small talk.

At this point, it again seemed as if he might have been watching out for someone. Shit! I knew a window was open off the main dungeon and decided it would be a good idea to secure the entire building. I closed and locked the window. I grabbed my .45 (just to be safe) and headed back. I then moved methodically through each room of the studio, making sure everything was in order. It all looked good and the windows were closed. I was still uneasy. I locked my gun back up and headed outside to check the building and speak with the neighbors…

Long story short:

Mr. Creepypeepers is not a brother to anyone on this block.
Who would have thought?

I notified all the neighbors behind the studio, the three adjoining businesses and called the police to make a suspicious person report. Kitten is posting flyers with his description this evening, just in case he lives around here. I aim only to make his punk ass uncomfortable and let him know this is the wrong neighborhood to try things like that in. I have no delusions that he will be arrested or anything like that.

I am so glad that I am out. My landlord, neighbors and family all know what I am doing here and that relieves tremendous pressure when something weird goes down. Times like this remind me of why I am so adamant about being open with people about my career and lifestyle choice. I never want anyone to feel like they have the advantage of my being ashamed or afraid to speak with the authorities.

I now have a large can of mace within arms reach of my desk. (just in case any more creepypeepers decide to take a gander.)

Time to organize a neighborhood watch.

What is the world coming to when a dominatrix has to clean up the neighborhood?