Since childhood, I've loved looking into other people's windows in the evenings, when the lights are on and the rooms are clearly visible. I've always loved it. It's like peering into another world, into another life, like on TV, only you're watching real life, not a movie. For as long as I can remember, if I had the opportunity to peer into someone's window, I've always done so. So, a few days ago, I did exactly the same.
It was already evening, but it was still relatively light. They were starting to turn on the lights in the apartments. I was waiting for a call from a friend. I went to the open window, sat down in a chair next to it, and began to gaze out. And since there were only houses and trees around, my eyes mostly focused on the windows. So there I was, my gaze darting across the facade of the building across the street, when I caught movement out of the corner of my eye. I automatically shifted my gaze and saw a girl running up to the window in a dimly lit room on the seventh floor. She started tugging at the window frame, looking back in fear. I saw her turn the handle, but the window didn't open. She tugged and pulled so hard that a regular plastic window would probably have given in.
At some point, the girl looked back again, then turned back to the window and started tugging at it. She looked back, then turned back to the window. Then she stopped tugging at the frame and started pounding the glass with her fists and screaming. Probably. Her face wasn't very clear, but I saw she was screaming.
She opened her mouth as if she were shouting something, but I didn't hear the scream. The sound of her banging on the glass wasn't audible either. A thought flashed through my mind: "Holy shit, this is soundproofing..." I stood up and leaned out the window; I felt uneasy. The girl continued pounding the glass with her fists and screaming. She started slamming her whole body against it, her face terrified, screaming over and over again. Every sound outside was clearly audible, but in that window, it was as if the sound had been turned off.
And then I saw her stop pounding on the window, suddenly straighten up, throw her head up, and scream just as silently, twitching as if she were convulsing. And a second later, something started happening to her... I didn't immediately understand what was happening—it only dawned on me when I saw her thin, thin hands on the glass and her sunken cheeks.
It was as if she was drying up. She was shrinking rapidly, as if turning into a mummy. And after a moment, the window began to become clouded with something dark. Something dark, like some kind of liquid, began to rise from below. It rose very quickly and within seconds obscured the entire window. Through the slush, you could barely see the withered fingers slowly sliding down the glass, leaving trails behind them that quickly became clouded over again.
I watched it all, but I couldn't move. My insides clenched. My head couldn't wrap its head around what I saw. Shaking off the numbness, I grabbed my cell phone. For a few seconds, I considered who and where to call? The police? An ambulance? Although what ambulance... For a second, the thought flashed through my mind that I'd simply imagined it all, that it was a hallucination, that it hadn't happened.
I looked at the window again, but it was also covered in something black. No light from the apartment penetrated through this "something." I began to shake. I finally dialed the police and somehow explained that I'd just seen a girl knocking on the window of an apartment in the neighboring building, calling for help, and that while I was running for the phone, she'd disappeared. They were reluctant to ask me for my address. By the time they arrived, I'd swallowed some valerian and tried to calm down. They arrived and told me to point out that window. I pointed, and saw that whatever had covered the window had disappeared, and the light was visible through the window again.
They were saying something to me, like I was supposed to be a witness or something... Basically, that they needed me there, in that apartment. I knew I had the right to refuse. I refused.
There's talk in the courtyard that they found "a body that looked like a dried vobla" in building number 11. And now I'm shaking at the very thought of looking out someone's window.
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