The Man in the Rain
Monday: April 2
There's a peculiar man who is watching me from outside my window. I should think nothing of it, but it is rather strange that he seemed to appear as soon as it started raining. Perhaps he's a vampire shielding himself from the sun, or a viscous beast stalking me like prey, waiting for the right moment to strike. Or maybe he's just checking out the house?
Tuesday: April 3
My husband just returned from the office! It's been quite a long day for him, I imagine, but I must ask him about this man! He's returned back to the same window and peering into the curtains. What a creep!
Update:
My husband said he had no knowledge of the man, and when I showed him the window in which he was staring into, he had vanished! I can't get him out of my head.
Wednesday: April 11
It's been a week or so and all I look forward to is that wonderful man. I love the way his pasty white eyes stare directly into mine. It's strangly very comforting.
Thursday: April 12
It didn't rain today. What's a gal to do now?
I suppose my husband could serve as a distraction. But then I'd feel unfaithful to my friend. I must keep looking for him.
Thursday: April 19
I have to see him. It's been a week with no sign of his presence. Did he die?
Oh! Why didn't I think of that! Of course he died. After all, he is an old man. And friends would never abandon friends. Only one more thing to do.
Update: I'm ready. It's time to see my beloved partner again. Goodbye, Tom.