June 3rd 2012
I'm not one to pry into other people's business, but the man next door is strange. Not in a full on lunacy way, in a subtle sort of way.
First of all, he leaves his room at the crack of dawn every mourning, then doesn't return till late at night. He seems permanently petrified of people. At night, when I'm up late doing extra paper work (again) I always hear him shuffling around his room, sometimes I hear voices too- a sudden shout, the sound of a sob.
It's not like I'm stalking him or anything! But these walls are paper-thin, and it sounds pathetic, but the man next door is probably the most interesting thing going on in my life. What else have I got? A low-paying job as an accountant, a boss who gives me extra work constantly because he know I'll do it, and no friends so speak of. Not that I really want them anyway. Friends are just more hassle.
(A/N: the Chapters will probably get longer as I go on- comment and tell me what you think please :)
