I can’t stop looking out my window, even as I type. Three police cars just left my street not ten minutes ago. One was an undercover. Another I watched pull out of my neighbor’s driveway. He may have pulled in there to turn around, but my first thought was “Perhaps they just picked up my creepy neighbor.” Though he lives on the south side of the street and across the way, I know he walks all around.
Another neighbor, one right next door also on the side opposite where the cops were, has cautioned me about him before, and again recently. He’s mentioned how he has seen creeper walking the streets and it seems he tries to ‘catch a glimpse’ into my apartment. He’ll cross the street and walk on the sidewalk in front of my house. I’ve seen it and seen him watch my house from his front porch.
He must have taken his walk tonight. Just after the officers left my street, I noticed a light flickering outside. A streetlight is right outside my living room window. Each flash caught my eye. Through my window in one of the lights I noticed someone crossing the street and walking toward my house. A deep breath and a few steps later, I saw him pass my front window. Another flicker and from the sidewalk he faced my apartment.
His frail shoulders and distinct walk allowed me to pick his movement in the dark. The white trough on his head, grizzly face, and stoic silhouette lit up in next flash. Quickly he turned and continued his sojourn back home.
The thunder rolled overhead and I realized then it wasn’t the street light but the last summer storm to pass through. Yet, I still got up, closed the windows, secured the doors, checked my phone, and lit a candle. A scene from a scary movie a bit too close to home for this one and I am not going to let it play.
