‘Oh great, this again.’ I was thinking, closing the blinds. It was my neighbour, naked again. All four feet ten inches of him standing there, middle aged, balding, bare assed and bathed in the lights of his open refrigerator. In my last glimpse of him, he was drinking from a carton of milk, with most of it running down his chin and rolling over the hill of his stomach. This had been happening ever since he moved in. The guy obviously slept naked because from nine to midnight there was a free show for anyone walking by. He had no curtains and no shame. Our windows were lined up so perfectly, I sometimes wondered if he meant for me to see him. So many freaks in this city, I thought, spitting toothpaste and rinsing. The place I’d found here in the city had great fixtures like that lovely porcelain sink. Yup, an elderly couple had lived here, adding great accents and touches, just living in their dream home for years. In fact, they still do.
Submitted July 26, 2015 at 10:06AM by lucktimedragon http://ift.tt/1VGDvNr shortscarystories
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