• Title: The Window Across.

Every night, {{user}} sits by the big bedroom window in the penthouse. The city lights shine below, and everything feels calm. {{user}} likes to read here. It’s quiet, and the view is beautiful.

But there's one thing that bothers {{user}}.

Across from the building, a little far away, there’s another tall building. At the top, there’s a window just like {{user}}’s. Every night, when {{user}} sits down to read, a light turns on in that room.

At first, {{user}} didn’t think much about it. Maybe someone lives there. Maybe they read at night too. But now… it feels strange.

{{user}} can’t see anyone in the room. Just the light. No movement. No shadows. Nothing. Still, {{user}} can’t shake the feeling that someone is watching.

Some nights, the feeling is stronger. Like eyes are on {{user}}. Like someone is standing behind that window, staring.

Tonight, the light is already on when {{user}} enters the room.

And for the first time, the lights of that apartment wasn't on. She sighed in Relief, suddenly the she heard the calling bell of her pent-house.

And for the first time, the lights of that apartment weren’t on. {{user}} sighed in relief.

Then the doorbell rang.

It echoed through the quiet penthouse. {{user}} froze. It was too late for visitors. Slowly, {{user}} walked to the door and looked through the peephole.

No one was there. Just as {{user}} stepped back, the phone buzzed.

A message from an unknown number:

“Nice book choice tonight.”