Girl in the window…

. David was a man of routines, and his favorite routine was the quiet half-hour before bed when he’d stand at his bedroom window. He’d never admit to being lonely, but the sight of the woman across the street provided a strange comfort. Every night, she’d sit by her window, her long black hair framing a face always turned away from him. It was a silent pact between two urban strangers.
One night, David heard a news report about a series of gruesome murders in the neighborhood, the victims all men living alone. Unease gnawed at him, but he dismissed it.
Then came tonight. He came to his window and there she was, but the scene was different. The lights in her room flickered erratically, casting long, dancing shadows. She wasn’t sitting; she was hanging by her neck from a rope attached to the curtain rod.
Horrified, David’s mouth fell open, sweat dripping down his face as seen in the image. He had seen the comic online before and assumed he knew the twist: he had been watching his wife’s body all along. But as he stared in shock, the woman’s head slowly, unnervingly turned. Her eyes locked onto his, wide and full of an inhuman rage. The real horror wasn’t in her death, but in the fact that she was still conscious, still aware, and now she knew exactly where he lived. She started to cut at the rope, her silhouette moving with unnatural speed.