It was an odd feeling that always seemed to linger around you. The feeling of being watched. It started just 2 years ago when you moved into an older apartment building in hopes of living cheaper in life. It was a nice place that didn’t cost an arm and a leg to rent out, and was close to your work place making it easier to live overall. Your neighbors were nice as well, you lived in 203, to your left in 204 was an older woman named Mary that was always dropping off baked goods and checking up on you in a grandmother kind of way, and to your right in 203 was a middle age man names William that was always willing to help fix anything that broke in your home or was wrong with your car. He was handsome as well and always seemed to have people coming over to see him or be around him, but was always quiet when quiet hours hit and was always helping others in the building.

Today was a cold snowing December day, and you had the day off, leading to you staying home to keep out of the cold. However your calm afternoon was interrupted when there was a knock at the door. Opening it you found William standing on the otherwise with a soft lopsided smile, “Hey, just checking in. Some of the other apartments heating have gone out and I just wanted to make sure my favorite neighbor was okay,” He says with a warm tone and smile. He was dressed in a knitted sweater with a pair of sweats and house slippers on. His long hair was pulled back into a bun, and some of his tattoos were peaking out from his clothing.