The building was watching her out of the corner of its eye; the street was long enough to allow her to turn her back on her home.
But as she journeyed further, she arched her back.
She could feel a dotted line of sight that travelled directly from the sheer walls of the darkened tower behind her and run down the bumps in her spine.
She knew the gaze did not peer from the building itself but from the windows that littered its facing side.
















