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It was a balmy, stormy night, as it usually was that time of year in September, the ending of the summer storms and the ushering in of Autumn. It’s a late and you’re working a later shift at the office; the overtime was sorely needed, and you had to get this report completed before the end of the month. You worked tirelessly while the younger group of ladies were invited out to Happy Hour. You sigh, looking at the clock and back to the window, the rain was horrible, and you had to drive home in it. You closed up shop, saving all the data and locking up for the night. You began gathering your items from your desk drawer, a moment of lightening flashed, there was a figure standing on the roof of the building next door, you swore it had 6 limbs. You dropped everything and gasped, staring wide eyed, but another flash of lightening showed nothing there.
Shaken, you rush to the elevator, pressing the button frantically, you just had to get home now. This place gave you the creeps when you were alone. Ding! The doors opened and you hurried in, hitting the lobby button several times. Once down, you zip passed the security guard, who called out to you to have a good night. You manage to make it to your car and drive out of the parking garage, you just needed to get some sleep, you were hallucinating from exhaustion.
Home. It was such a lonely place to walk into the brownstone house that you inherited from your parents upon their passing. It was lovely and you were set for life, but deep down you knew you’d never really leave home. Sell your house and move out of state, maybe to Arizona or California. No, you lived in the classy side of Manhattan for as long as you could recall, it was difficult to leave now. Tossing your overcoat and bag on a chair, you wander to the kitchen for a bite, there’s only mushy salad, old soup from a takeout place, and yogurt. “I need to go shopping.” You opted out and grabbed Häagan Dazs from the freezer and set it in front of the television. You decided to shower and slip into your frumpiest sweatshirt and pants. You settled in front of the television and smiled, watching an old show, something familiar and comfortable that wouldn’t make your anxieties of the day worse. Your cat joined you, curling against your hip, begging for the rum raisin you were indulging in.
Across the street was a crouched figure, watching the front window, seeing the light flicker of the television, your curtains partially open. A cigar illuminated the face of the Peeping Tom, he was fascinated and wanted to know more.