Rear Window Novels & Stories

He unconsciously clasped his hands together as he looked outside the window, mostly at the back to see who was following them. James looked at Michael and shook his head. He picked up a flyer that was on the floor of the vehicle. He flung it at Michael and Michael was quite spooked. "What was that for? I was looking out for us. Cars could be following us behind!" Michael exclaimed. "Fool, what are mirrors for?" He pointed to the rearview mirror. "The driver is looking out back to who is coming or following us behind," James assured them. "I must say, you are quite the scared cat," James teased.

The van's rear doors slammed shut with a metallic finality, sealing Grey and Lisa inside a dim cavity that smelled of motor oil and stale takeout. Maya didn't wait for pleasantries; she floored the accelerator, the vehicle lurching over the rutted service road like a beast shaken awake. Through the barred rear window, Grey watched the trestle recede, its rusted beams gnawing at the sky.

Reina gasps, and I just guide her Gramma to the car while she tags along. After making sure both women are seated in the car, I get into the front and start the engine. “Your mirror, I’m so sorry about it. I swear it didn’t even cross my mind that you’d moved away from the car. I should not have let you leave.” Reina continues to ramble in the backseat while her Gramma rests against her. I stare at her through my rearview mirror, “It’s just my side mirrors, Belle. I assure you they’re not as expensive as you think.”

Aria let out a small, involuntary gasp as a particularly violent shiver shook her frame. Damian stopped typing. He turned his head slowly. He looked at her huddled against the door. He looked at her white knuckles. He sighed—a loud, exaggerated sound of impatience. “Driver,” Damian said. His voice was sharp. “Sir?” “Lock the rear windows,” Damian said. “And redirect the airflow to the back.” “Yes, sir.” Damian reached out. Aria shrank back against the leather. He wasn’t reaching for her. He was reaching for the center console. He adjusted the rear vents. He didn’t point them generally into the back. He grabbed the plastic slats and jammed them forcefully to th

"That place is full of old walls and new tech." "Hope so," Cain muttered, his eyes flicking up to the mirror. I turned around to look out the back window. There was nothing. Just a flat, empty road being swallowed by the night.

A car drove close to us, like it had been following behind. The glass of the cars was tinted, which made it very difficult to see who was in the car. But somehow the car slowly pulled over and then someone started to rewind the glass in the driver's seat. Just as I turned to look at the other side, I saw him clearly. Alexander Forkado.

As if he were possessed, he turned the steering wheel the other way and made a right turn. Along the way, it began to drizzle. Raindrops beaded on the glass window, blurring the red and green lights outside into a colorful smear. In the rear view mirror, he saw a checkered blanket made of sheep's wool in the backseat. Ingrid must have used it earlier and forgotten to put it away after getting out of the car. Hansel suddenly remembered how Miranda used to complain that he set the temperature in the car way too low and that it would always be too cold when she got in.

ELARA POV I shove the door open, spilling out onto the sun-drenched steps. A black sedan car is parked at the curb, its front window rolled down, and naturally, I head for the passenger door, grasping the handle. “The back.” The low grumble comes from the caveman that’s always attached at the hip to Nero. “Cool,” I say, legs shuffling to the left. “I just thought it’s rude to sit at the back while you drive me around.” I wrench open the rear door and slide onto the plush leather. “But it’s cool nonetheless.”

But then something on the rear windshield caught my eye. "Wait," I murmured, leaning even closer. "Marcus, can you zoom in here?" He clicked a few times, enlarging the section of the SUV's rear window. The image was pixelated, but visible enough. A small sticker sat in the bottom right corner. And then it hit me like a punch to the chest. "Oh my God," I whispered, my hand flying to my mouth. "What is it?" Annie asked immediately, standing to get a closer look. "Do you recognize something?" Marcus pressed, leaning over my shoulder.

The rear corridor was longer than the building's exterior suggested, and I ran it with the particular desperation of a man doing the arithmetic of seconds and finding the numbers wrong. The rear exit hit daylight. I came through it in time to see the last vehicle taking the corner at the far end of the road. For one second, one the rear passenger window caught the light at the right angle. A pale face. A hand pressed weakly against the glass. Then the corner swallowed it. I stood on that road for exactly one heartbeat. "After them."