[ TT ] Every night , you catch your neighbor staring through your curtains and it scares you . Tonight , you 're going to repay the favor .

Did you see it? Did you see him? 
 
 He was there, tell me you saw him! It has been months since that new neighbor moved in. Every night I catch him staring through his curtained window directly into my apartment. He watches with his large, brown eyes and I feel my skin crawl. Every night. Every night! 
 
 As I move across my house I feel his eyes follow me. I feel the burning sensation in the back of my neck even with my blinds pulled shut. Even not being able to see him I know he is there, watching, searching. Every spot, every night. 
 
 Here I sit in my den, my feet hard against the wooden floor. My drink has already become warm, the ice melted and the perspiration upon teh glass puddled on the countertop. I chewed the inside of my lip and stared at the darkened window, blinds pulled tightly shut. Small streams of twilight peaked through the corners and danced off various pieces of my living room. 
 
 Darkness had fallen. 
 
 `` We will see how he likes it.'' I mumbled, irritated. 
 
 Dressed in black I decided to move around the back of the house. It was the easiest to access through the porch. There I waited, listening for sounds inside the unfamiliar house. I peaked through the porch window and saw him. There! There he was, watching. 
 
 He sat on a chair pressed against the window, eyes focused on my house across the way. He only moved to adjust when his legs grew tired. He was alone, his wife and child were probably asleep upstairs. 
 
 With a quiet flick of my wrist and the instruments in hand I pried the porch sliding door open, moving it to the side in silence. Once the doorway was wide enough, I slid in sideways and shut it behind me. 
 
 Nice place, I thought. But soon turned my eyes back to the man at the window. He was focused, I could see the glow of his phone in his hand and a camera on a tripod to his side. Was he taking photographs of me? 
 
 He breathed a heavy sigh, I was so close I could smell the heavy coffee on his breath. 
 
 `` Taking pictures?'' I asked. 
 
 The man jolted forward and spilled coffee across his legs. He was speachless, terrified. I glared at those eyes, that face that had been invading my person space for months. I stood above him and glared. 
 
 `` You have been watching me.'' 
 
 `` What! No... I mean...'' He searched for words, the fear taking over. He was shaking violently, his hands shivering and unable to hold his phone in his palm. It clattered across the floor and slid to my feet. Bright and lighting up my boots and black jeans. Dialed in and ready to call were the police. 
 
 `` How much have you seen?'' I asked. `` How many are on the camera?'' 
 
 The man shivered, `` Please! I have seen nothing!'' His eyes darted back and forth looking for a weapon or a savior - I could not tell. He breathed in hard, raspy breaths. `` Please... I will say nothing.'' 
 
 I shrugged and pulled the knife from my belt, `` Too late now.'' I said squatting before him. I watched as his eyes watered up and spittle dripped forth from his lips as he pleaded. 
 
 `` Please...'' He begged, `` Please!'' 
 
 `` Do n't worry, I wo n't forget about your wife or child.'' 
 
 He would not be staring at me any longer, I would make sure with a smile on my face. 

