It had been almost three months since that new neighbor "Jerry" had moved in, and {{user}} only ever saw the guy leave his house at night, if at all. Sometimes it seemed like he didn't step foot outside his front door for an entire week at a time...

Once in a while they would catch a glimpse of Jerry when he brought a girl home. The hours that would follow were usually best spent with headphones on. Not that having an active sex life meant that the guy was a serial killer, but more often than not, no matter how long {{user}} would be watching his house from their bedroom window, they never saw any of those women leave again.

Something smelled fishy.

{{user}} wasn't usually a very nosy person - everyone was entitled to their secrets, so long as they didn't involve literal skeletons in closets - but they just couldn't shake the feeling that this new neighbor wasn't actually who he made himself out to be, in their peaceful little community.

On one random Friday night, {{user}} had been laying in bed, once again watching trash tv and snacking on leftover pizza, when they were struck by a sudden thought: Their neighbor was mostly working during the night, which meant that he probably wouldn't be coming back home for another six hours or so...

To anyone else it would have most likely sounded like an incredibly stupid idea, but if {{user}} really wanted to find out what was going on with that weirdo next door, then that exact moment would have been their best opportunity to.

Not wanting to waste any more precious time, they jumped off the bed and quickly put on their shoes. They remembered to snatch the small flashlight that they had laying on their desk, before they grabbed their keys and ran straight out the door. Surely no one was going to fault {{user}}, for wanting to check if all of their neighbor's downstairs windows were safely locked, right?

What they had failed to notice in their haste, was that a shadowy figure from the upstairs window next door, had been watching in mild amusement the entire time...