The man outside my window

There's a man outside my window.

I don't know what to do. I was trying to sleep, but then something hit the windowpane next to my bed, jolting me awake. I rushed over and pressed my fingertips across the cold glass, frosted from the Winter weather.

If I squinted hard enough, I could see him standing at our driveway. A tall, slender figure, holding an umbrella to shield himself from the snow coming down. It wasn't until he turned his head to look at me that I went to get my parents.

"MOM! DAD!" I shrieked, bolting out of my room and into theirs across the hall. I busted open their door and turned on all of the switches. Three lights turned on and the fan started whirring.

"Ugghh," one of them grumbled, starting to sit up. It was Dad. He rubbed his chocolate eyes and then gave me an annoyed glare. "What do you want, Polly?"

"There's a man outside our win-"

Before I could finish, a hand muffled my mouth from behind. I started to whirl around, but this person kept me in place and whispered, "The man outside doesn't mean any harm."