“Chris, I think I saw someone in the yard…”
“Babe, if there was someone in the yard the sensor light would go off. Even the possums set it off.”
The flicker of a shadow across the walls was laughed off as shifting branches. The tap-tap-tap on the window was the same. The door thud-thudded, it was the breeze.
It was just the breeze.
I heard the door creak open, fingertips curled around the frame.
She whispered it was just a dream.
I felt his touch, heard his whispered voice.
He smiled, as he touched me.
I saw him climb. Into the ceiling.
He’s gone now.
But still I feel his stare, in through the window at night.