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The Neighbor

Johnathon Miller was wandering around his new apartment, excitedly. He was going to be living alone, so he felt like it would be a tad dull living by himself and the TV.

Johnathon walked by the living room couch when he noticed a hole in the wall. It wasn't too large a hole, just as big as his left eye.

Curious, he peered inside the hole.

He saw a young woman dancing gracefully to classical music. She wore a long silky red dress that flew around her. Her movements were swift and pure beauty. She had a wonderful body, and her movements really spoke out to him.

Johnathon smiled to himself for discovering the hole, humming along with the rhythm of the music. The woman's back was facing him, so Johnathon could not catch even a glance at the girl's facial appearance. He waited for her to turn even slightly towards him so he could see her face, but she left the room after a short moment, not looking in his direction.

Johnathon sighed. Perhaps he could see her tomorrow.

The next day, Johnathon peeked back into his hole in the wall. The girl's music was playing again, a classical, relaxing piano solo. She was better than any other dancer Johnathon had ever seen before. She was a professional, in his opinion.

But after only a few minutes of practice, she exited the room quickly again, leaving the radio on to play its music.

Johnathon patiently waited for her return, but minutes stretched into a whole hour, and the girl did not return.

Johnathon gave up for the day, returning to his couch to watch a new episode of his favorite show on the TV.

Maybe, just maybe, would Johnathon see her face tomorrow.....

The next morning, Johnathon made his trip over to the hole in the wall again.

But this time, he only saw red. Plain, dark red. Nothing else.

He scowled. What was going on? Johnathon wanted to see the girl next door play her music and dance again.

He wondered if something was wrong with the lady next door. Maybe something bad had happened, or she had discovered the hole in her wall and blocked it with something....

Feeling puzzled, he decided to ask other people in the apartment complex if they knew anything about the woman.

When he began to ask the man next door, he appeared doubtful.

"Excuse me, sir, I was wondering if you knew the young lady next door... Apartment 312."

The man frowned. "Are you sure it is that apartment?"

"Yes. Absolutely. Why? Is there something wrong...?"

"Uhm, well, nobody lives in that apartment. You must be mistaken. Sorry." Then the man shut the door.

Johnathon made a trip to several other apartments, but they all told him that there was not a young lady who lived there and that he must be seeing things.

Johnathon decided that to be certain that he wasn't losing his mind, he would take a short visit to Apartment 312 himself. But he knocked and knocked, not a soul to answer.

Sighing, he retreated back to his room, ready to rest when he heard a small noise.

He hurried towards the hole again, spotting the same ugly red.

Except this time, Johnathon knew what it was.

It was not the red dress made of silk that the lady had been dancing in.

It was not blood.

It wasn't even close to that.

Staring directly into Johnathon's soul, was the woman next door, her red eyes glaring at him with pure hatred.

Johnathon screeched, stumbled back, blinking stupidly.

Then he looked quickly into the hole again. The woman's red eye was gone.