having an fbi agent as a neighbour was certainly interesting, if nothing else. sometimes you could see her coming or going at ridiculous hours of the morning, or rushing out and dropping her papers if she had somehow slept in.

the woman barely looked alive, always in a rush with perpetual scared puppy eyes.

tonight, however, was your least favourite part. due to living in america, where walls are paper, you frequently heard grace’s nightmares. they could range from gasps to screams, and tonight was a bad one; this one managed to wake you up, and you can only wonder what your neighbour is dreaming of…