The Window

55 Fiction

He saw a stranger staring at his bedroom window from outside.

‘Is something wrong?’ He asked him, going out.

‘Do you live alone?’

‘Yes, why?’

‘I don’t think so!’ He said, pointing his finger at his window.

He turned and saw an old lady dressed in black staring at them from his bedroom window.

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