窓の向こうのベッドに座っている女性

The soft rain drummed a soothing rhythm against the window pane as Mia sat curled up on her couch, a mug of chamomile tea cradled in her hands. It was one of those gray afternoons in late autumn when the world outside seemed to blur and fade, the colors muted by the persistent drizzle. She loved days like this, when the hustle and bustle of the outside world felt miles away, leaving her to her thoughts and the pages of her well-worn book.

But today, something felt off. As she glanced out the window, her attention was drawn to the house across the street, a weathered Victorian that had long been abandoned. The peeling paint and overgrown garden hinted at years of neglect, yet it held a certain charm. Mia often imagined what it would be like to live there, to restore it to its former glory. But what captured her attention now was a flicker of movement—a shadow in the upstairs window.

Her heart quickened. Was someone in there?