The old man who lived next door to me was very quiet and kept mostly to himself. He always wore dark sunglasses and dressed in black from head to toe. Whenever I looked out the window, I would see him sitting on his front porch, watching the people passing by in the street.
One night, I was suddenly awoken by the sound of high-pitched screams. They seemed to be coming coming from next door. I put my ear up to the wall to listen, but just as suddenly as it had started, the screaming stopped.
The next day, I saw the old man sitting on his front porch as usual, as if nothing had happened. I wondered what was going on, but I tried to put it out of my mind.
However, that night, the high-pitched screams woke me up again. I was just about to get dressed and knock on his door to complain, when the screaming stopped and the night was once again silent.
The next day, when I looked out my window, the old man was nowhere to be seen. His car was gone from his driveway. I assumed he had gone on a trip.
That night, as I was trying to get to sleep, I heard a new noise coming from my neighbor’s house. It was the sound of water rushing through pipes. The noise was so loud that it was keeping me awake.
I put on some clothes and went out to knock on his front door. There was no answer. Desperate to get some sleep, I decided to break into his dress, grab a few supplies, and head over to his door. I’ve lost my keys enough times to figure out how to jimmy a lock, so I shove a couple paper clips into the doorknob and wiggle ‘em around a bit. Soon enough I hear that soft ‘click’ and enter his flat.
The place is in shambles. Like somebody had been running around knocking everything over. Books and magazines litter the floor and half the furniture has been knocked over and shoved against a wall. I head toward the sound of running water
When I opened the door, I was horrified. There was blood everywhere. The walls were soaked in it and the bathtub was filled to the brim and overflowing.
With trembling hands, I reached out and turned off the faucet. Suddenly, there was a loud POP! and every light in the house went out and the place was plunged into darkness. I looked over my shoulder. In the dim light, I could see something watching me, its eyes reflecting some unknown light.
I don’t really remember what happened next. I ran through the house and burst through the front door. The next thing I knew, I was back in the safety of my own house. My heart was pounding and sweat was dripping down my face.
I tried to calm myself down and make sense of the situation. Maybe I was imagining things, I told myself. I had only seen the bathroom for a few seconds before the lights went out. Maybe my tired eyes had been playing tricks on me.
Just as I was beginning to believe it had all been a trick of the light, I happened to glance out my window. I saw an eerie glow in the darkness outside. Something was watching me.
It was a pair of eyes.
Frozen to the spot, I watched them watching me, never moving, never blinking. Something horrible was lurking in the shadows and it had me in its gaze.
I screamed out loud.
When I looked again, the eyes were gone.
I splashed some water on my face and tried to stay calm. was i going insane? I grabbed a bottle of whiskey and poured myself a stiff drink to steady my nerves. Raising the glass to my lips, I downed it in one gulp.
Just then, I heard something outside my front door. A chill ran down my spine. I grabbed a sharp knife from the kitchen drawer for protection. Then, I crept quietly down the hallway and approached the door. Cautiously, I peered out through the peephole.
Two glowing eyes were looking back at me.
I screamed again and ran back up the hallway to the kitchen and slammed the door behind me. Pulling the refrigerator over, I barricaded myself in the room.
When I turned around, I saw the eyes outside the kitchen window, staring in at me. The two, perfectly round, shining orbs caught me in their malevolent gaze. I collapsed to my knees in terror and crawled into the corner, trying to avoid their stare.
I cowered there for the rest of the night, watching the eyes watching me. They never moved, never blinked. Neither did I. Slowly, the time ticked by and the darkness outside gradually gave way to morning and I fell into a restless slumber.
I awoke, just as the sun’s golden rays were shining through my window. The eyes had disappeared and the events of the previous night seemed like some horrible dream.
Suddenly, there was a knock at my front door. I jumped to my feet and wondered who it could be. The knocking continued, so I made my way to the front door and cautiously opened it.
My next door neighbor was standing there. He was dressed in black from head to toe as usual and was wearing sunglasses even though it was a sunny day.
“Good morning,” he said.
“Can I help you?” I asked, nervously.
“Did you see anyone go into my house while I was gone?” he asked.
“No,” I lied. “I’ve been here all night and I didn’t hear a thing.”
“Good,” he said. “Well, then… Have a nice day.”
“Yeah, you too,” I replied.
Just as he was about to leave, he stopped in his tracks.
“Oh and one more thing,” he said. “From now on…”
His smile grew wider and he lifted his sunglasses, revealing two hollow, empty eye sockets.
“…I’ll be keeping my eyes on you.”