This happened back when I lived in an old duplex. I was on the second floor, and across the narrow alley, maybe forty feet away, was the back of another two-story building. It was mostly laundry lines and fire escapes, nothing interesting.
One Tuesday night, I was standing in my kitchen doing dishes. The window above the sink was dark, reflecting the harsh light of the fluorescent bulb inside. It must have been around 1:00 AM. I was just staring blankly at my reflection when I noticed something strange in the glass.
In the reflected darkness of the building across the alley, there was a window I’d never paid attention to. It was the window of the second-floor rear apartment directly across from mine. And in that window, there was a face.
It was pale, just a blank white oval, completely motionless. It didn't look like a human face, exactly—too smooth, too simple—but it was definitely the shape of a head turned toward me. No hair, no features distinguishable in the dark, just a vague, unsettling shape.
I stopped washing the dish and stared. The reflection was perfect; the face was watching me.
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