The Man Next Door

One night I couldn't sleep so i opened my curtains. I do this to comfort myself. I like the dark. In the darkness i saw a figure. It was him again.
I was originally from Canada but with my parents divorce we had to move to New York. Ever since I came here I've had a strange feeling.
Our house was a tall building, 3 bedrooms and 2 bathrooms. When we were walking through the doorway to our new home. I...I felt like someone was watching me. I turned round and i saw him. Our neighbor.
So it was about 2–3 months after we moved in and we had a knock on the door. It was our neighbor. He wanted a chat. So my mother started to talk with him and after he went my mother had a bruise on her arm. I asked her what it was, she said she knocked it on sofa. I wasn't that stupid.
Now its 2 tears after we moved in and our neighbor passed away. Now we have an old lady. Shes nice but.....she has the same feeling as the man. Like their watching you. All the time.
Now the night i saw him was just yesterday. But he died, or i thought anyway. His eyes locked onto me. They looked into my soul. I need to move.
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Category:Micropasta