[ WP ] You live on the seventh floor of a building with no balconies . You 're browsing your computer when you casually turn to the window and notice two hand marks on the glass .

`` You know, I quite like it. The view's nice from up here.'' 
 
 I had moved into my new apartment building a couple weeks ago and I had finally got in touch with my friend over Skype. While doing that, I was also checking out what was going on in the world of the internet. First stop: E-mail Central! 
 
 `` You're on what floor again?'' came the inquisitive voice through my headphones. 
 
 `` The seventh.'' I replied. `` Originally, they told me I was getting a room on the fourth floor but I guess that was a mistake on their part.'' 
 
 `` Does n't that make movin' in a chore?'' asked the deep voice again. 
 
 `` Nah, mate.'' I started as I quickly typed a reply to an E-mail. `` The elevators here seemed to have been designed with that in mind. Plus, I did n't come here with, like, any big furniture or anything. I'll be buying some new stuff soon.'' 
 
 `` Gotcha.'' came the reply. 
 
 `` I wish there were balconies, though.'' I said. 
 
 `` No balconies?? Blasphemy!'' mocked this older voice. I chuckled as I hit'Send' for the reply to go flying off to the recipient. 
 
 `` Yeah, I dunno. I thought it'd be nice to have lunch out there.'' I looked over to my left to view the big picture windows that lined the wall. `` You know, just hang out while looking over this wonderful city...'' My words just stopped when I noticed something odd on the furthest window pane. 
 
 `` You there?'' asked my friend. 
 
 `` Yeeeeah. Hang on a second.'' I removed the headphones and placed them on the wooden desk next to the laptop then got up to investigate the window pane. There were two decently sized hand marks pressed onto the glass, side by side in almost perfect symmetry. If that was n't freaky enough, both prints seemed to have come from the right hand. Out of curiosity ( and probably against my better judgement ), I ran my finger over the hand mark. Yeah, they're on the outside. `` Ooookay.'' I found myself saying and went back to the computer. I snatched up the headphones and shoved them onto my head, taking another glace back at the handprints that were opaque for me to see them from across the room. `` You still there?'' 
 
 `` Yeah. Everything alright?'' my friend asked. 
 
 `` Umm... *maybe*?'' was my reply, it with a trace of trepidation. `` I just saw two handprints on the outside of one of the windows here.'' 
 
 `` What?'' the voice asked as confused as I was. 
 
 `` Yeah. Someone or *something* managed to climb all the way up here and touch the glass. And whatever it was, it had two right hands.'' As I heard myself tell him this, I actually started to get a bit freaked out. 
 
 `` Woah, that's freaky.'' he said, his voice low. 
 
 `` I know, right?'' I added. `` Please do n't tell me I moved into a haunted apartment. I do n't want no 666 Park Avenue crap goin' on.'' 
 
 `` So, what do you think caused it, though?'' he asked. 
 
 `` I dunno.'' I said, taking another look back. Yep, still there. `` Either we've got some crazy demon-creature-thing going up and down the side of the building... or the window cleaner's just screwing around.'' This evoked a laugh from the other end. 
 
 `` Well, what are you gon na do?'' 
 
 `` I think I'll be heading out for a while.'' One more glance. `` A good while.'' 
 

