Through My Window 2 Novels & Stories

I went to take a shower after dinner. It was then that I suddenly saw a weird palm print on the glass window. Someone must have left that palm print behind with their soapy hand while taking a shower. The print was quite faint and white against the shiny glass on the window. It was obviously a woman's handprint, and it wasn't mine. My hand was a little bigger than this. So I couldn't have been the one who put it there. It couldn't have been my daughter, Bella Quinton, either. She had tiny hands and wasn't even tall enough to reach that spot yet. Also, it definitely did not belong to my husband, Rory Quinton.

When daddy finds out he's going to skin him. I rolled back onto my side and looked out the window at the tops of the trees in the distance. I didn't know that our windows aren't really windows until today. I could see through other people's windows with the drone, but when I buzzed our house earlier, all I saw was the reflection of the light outside. Daddy had surrounded the whole house with one-way glass.

I can see the curtain, the shadow of someone moving inside. The message reads: I am not there anymore. I am closer. I am inside. I have been inside. I am in your walls. I am in your vents. I am in your head. I have been here all along. You just did not see me. I stand. I walk to the window. The glass is cold against my forehead. The fire escape is empty. The metal is wet. The stairs lead down into the dark. The window is locked. The latch is secure. I check it twice.

I thought as I walked in the search to find the kitchen. Meanwhile, my eyes searched for anything suspicious which would indicate if I am in any particular danger or threat, from someone or something... My wandering eyes settled on the window. The same window where I last saw that creature. My curiosity made me walk toward it. As I walked I saw shards of glass lying all across the floor that made crunching sounds as I stepped forward. I stopped in horror as the window was clearly in my sight. It was the only window that was destroyed out of the hundred others.

I open the huge window and look around making sure that no one will saw me. "What the fuck are you planning to do?" He angrily utter. I rolled my eyes as I take off my heels. "Taking the shortcut, obviously" I replied with sarcasm. "Herravie!" He called my name in an authoritative voice but I just ignore him. I didn't waste time and jump from the window without hesitation. I groan in pain as I hit the ground and rolled on the bermudas grass. "Merda!" I wince when my back hit the rock.

Are they talking about Gemma? I almost put my ear to the door, but that’s reckless and this is shaking out bad enough. When I come back to fetch my tape, there’s sure to be a better lock on the window. Assuming I get out of here in the first place. I climb the cases of seltzer with the vodka in the crook of my arm, slide the window open as quiet as I can, then push the booze through. I slide it to the side, under the dumpster, leaving room for my body to follow. It’s tight with my coat on and I scratch my wrists on the cement and the sharp aluminum frame, but I make it out with no one grabbing my ankles and close the window behind me. If they notice the cases of seltzer on the floor, they’ll

I smirked as I used my free hand to turn the water on. “But… the windows. People can see in.” Her eyes watched the three windows that looked out over the driveway and front of the villa. “No one can look in. One-way glass. We can look out, but no one can see in.” I assured her, pressing her naked body against the glass.

I pushed myself trying to stand up, but ended up on the hard wooden floor, I grabbed the nightstand using it as a support until I was up on my feet. Using the door is going to grab attention even though I know the pack house like the back of my hand, I'm definitely going to run into someone. So the window was a better option and if i remember clearly it leads to the woods. With much effort, I pulled the curtains up, but the window was stuck when I tried opening it, I pushed and pushed the shitty thing and when it didn't budge I grabbed the candle holder on the nightstand and said a little prayer before and smashed the window into pieces.

I muttered, swiftly locking the door. "We're going out through the window," I announced, turning to Charlie. Charlie nodded, his eyes locked on the window. "You'll have to break it." I yanked down the curtain, wrapping the material hastily around my elbow. With a deep breath, I rammed my elbow into the window. The glass shattered, fragments raining down onto the floor. The sound seemed to synchronize with the thug's angry bellow outside the door. "Open this door before I break it down!" he roared.

Like the soul of every silent moment I had ever endured had risen at once to roar. My window cracked, and the glass shattered into several pieces behind me.