A/N: This story is based off Alfred Hitchcock's film 'Rear Window.' For the right mood, I suggest listening to: 'Behind You: Scary, Ghost, haunting, suspenseful and creepy music,' off YouTube.

You hear the door open, and turn your head. "Hello darling," said Magnus with a wide smile as he set his keys down on the table. You had moved into this apartment two months ago after you two got married.

When you were moving, you had insisted on helping carry the boxes in, much to Magnus's discouragement, and ended up falling down the stairs, breaking your ankle. Magnus still blames himself for letting you take the boxes, but of course, it was your fault for not letting him take them.

You turn the wheelchair you're presently confined to away from your window spot to face him. "Hi! How was work?" He came over, and kissed you. "It was great, thanks. Lots of paperwork, as usual. I'm just ready to get in, get settled, and throw on a film with some Jamieson on the rocks. How does that sound?" he asks, wrapping his arms around you. You smile, and close your eyes. "It sounds perfect." "Alright," he says, and heads toward the bathroom, "I'll just get my shower, and we'll start the evening!"

When you hear the shower start running and him get it, you wheel up to the bathroom door. "I wish I wasn't in this damn thing so I could get in there with you!" you say. You hear him laugh.

When he gets out, he dresses in his pyjamas and sits down next to you by the window. "Don't you get bored, just staring out the window all day?" he asks. You turn to him. "Oh no, it's quite interesting really, the daily routines of people. You see, Miss Lunder over there takes her dog out every morning at 8:00, then again at 2. And Mr. Hedgington across the way there? All he does all day is sit at his desk and write. Then there's Mr. and Mrs. Applegate, and their two children, Susie and Bobby. The two kids come out and play every day, and the parents take advantage of that time alone, let me tell you."

He chuckles. "Seems you've really observed what everyone's doing!" You smile. "I've got nothing better to do, might as well. But the people who really confuse me are the ones, see up there, just across from us? That's Frank and Marion Werther." Magnus looks to where you're pointing. "And? What confuses you about them?" You look thoughtful. "Well… they're newlyweds, as we are, but they don't seem to enjoy each other's company very much." Magnus shrugs. "That's the case in many marriages these days, I'm afraid." You shake your head. "But this is different. They've only been married for a few weeks! How could they grow to hate each other so in that short a time?" He stands up, and moves your chair away from the window, bringing you over to the couch. "That's not for us to worry about, darling. At least we're not like that." He kisses you on the cheek. You smile. "Yes, you're right. Just silly, bored me, trying to pass the time." You hobble out of the chair, and over onto the couch beside him. He wraps his arms around you, and flicks on a movie station.

"What should we watch?" he asks, hugging you closer. A storm had started raging outside. You, noting this, bite your lip and say excitedly, "Let's watch something scary! Like…." "The Haunting in Connecticut?" "No no, I was thinking something classic. Um… Texas Chainsaw?" "Darling, you know how much I despise gory films!" "Alright then, um… Poltergiest?" "Poltergiest." Magnus threw the movie on.

When the movie was over, you and Magnus were fast asleep on the couch. A lightning bolt struck right outside the window, and woke you up. You stretch your arms, and look over at the TV. The credits are rolling. You yawn as you look back to see if Magnus was asleep as well. He was, he could sleep through anything. You decide to go look out the window, check everything out.

You check the time from the clock in the kitchen. 2:08 am! You wheel quietly over to the window, not wanting to wake him up. You stop and look out. Most of the lights were out, except for Mr. and Mrs. Applegate, who's children must have gone to bed. You chuckle to yourself. But there was one other light on. It was the Werthers' light!

You squint through the darkness to see. The blinds were pulled, but you could make out two shadows in the bedroom. One was standing, pointing to something aggressively, and the other was throwing up their arms in defeat, clearly angry with the other. You frown as you watch, wondering what was going on. Suddenly, one turns around, and grabs something, and the other just stops, and puts their hands in front of them. The other advances to them, and… there was a scream.

Oh my god, you think. The person went out of sight, and the other one just looked down, then around, checking if anyone had heard. Since everyone was asleep, and the Applegates were busy, you were the only one who had heard. Your eyes widen, and you wheel quickly over to Magnus. "Darling! Darling! Wake up! Something terrible has happened!" Magnus jolts awake, and takes your hand. "What is it? Are you alright?"

You point to the window. "Just look! Come here!" You take him over to it. "You know the Werthers?" He nods. "I think I just witnessed a murder. In their apartment!" Magnus looks at you for a second, and sighs. "I don't think watching a horror movie was a very good idea tonight."

You shake your head. "No, no, I know what I saw! Magnus please believe me!" He just looks at you, concern in his eyes. "You're overtired, darling! You need some sleep!" He yawned, and rubbed his eyes. "Come to bed with me, we'll cuddle up together and get some rest." You look at him in desperation. "But-"

"Darling. There are so many things that could explain what you saw! Let's not jump to conclusions." You sigh as he shuts off the TV, and gets ready for bed. Maybe he was right. But what you saw was so real! He walked past you to the bedroom. "Please, come!" You nod slowly.

As you hear him get in the bed, you glance one last time out the window to the Werthers' apartment. There was Mr. Werther, leaving out the door with a large suitcase! Your eyes widen again. What could he be doing at 2:20 in the morning? But you decide not to tell Magnus.

You get into bed, your imagination whirling with what ifs. Then you hear Magnus's voice in your head, telling you not to worry about other people's problems. You shake away the uneasy feeling about your neighbours, and drift off to sleep.