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jaymcewan Screenwriter, Novelist, Traveller.
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Not all neighbours are friendly.

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My condominium is a fancy one. It has only ten floors and I live in the penthouse.

Across the street from my building in the opposing penthouse used to be a man who looked like he was in his forties.

I seldom saw him besides when he would look down from his balcony at the miniature commuters while on his cell phone. He moved about six months ago.

I knew this because there was a young couple who lived there now. Every so often, the female partner would stand outside on her balcony, smoke a cigarette, and look directly into my place.

She never smiled; she would just glare every so often.

On Friday nights, I would go outside and sit on my own balcony where I would do some research on my laptop - I was having constant writer's block.

Almost to the exact time, ten-thirty on Friday nights, I would see the two of them making love in their bedroom. I wouldn't try to look in, but I couldn't help it.

I wasn't a Peeping Tom or anything, but I'm sure others must have seen them too. Time went on and nothing changed. One Friday night I went onto my patio to do some more research.

This time, the light to the opposite penthouse was on but no one was there. Suddenly, the doorbell rang. I went to my security system next to my fridge and saw the same couple waving at me.

"H...hello?" I said, hoping that I wasn't in trouble. "Hi there, sir. We live across from you. You have a package and it was sent to the wrong penthouse."

Unsure of what to do, I instinctively buzzed them up, regretting it immediately. Within two minutes they were at my door. I let them in and they sat on my settee.

"So, where's this package?" I asked, nervously. The two of them looked at each other then looked at me. "The truth is," the female started. "There is no package."

I leaned against my kitchen counter in shock. "We know you've been watching us for months." I couldn't speak. I couldn't explain myself. I opened my mouth, but nothing would come out.

"...and we know who you are." Said the man. "You're Joseph Van Pearson, the author, right?" "Uh...yes." "I knew it, Adam! I told you!" the female said excitedly.

"This whole time we were hoping that you were watching us." "Why?" "Well, we watch the news. We know you haven't published a novel in over five years. We were hoping that we could...inspire you. If you'd like, you could come over to our place."

I looked at the both of them. I was nervous but...interested. They didn't know me and I didn't know them - which is what I preferred. A year later, I released the novel that became a national bestseller...

Two Lovers and a Killer.

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