Tall. Thin. Ghostly.
“Who is it?” I yell.
No answer.
I am buzzed from the booze, my head swimming with unpleasant thoughts. I step toward the door and unlock the chains, my hand hovering on the handle.
I look out through the eyehole; the hall is empty.
I aim the gun out in front of me as I turn the bottom lock counterclockwise and pull the door open slightly, the chain link lock still affixed, clattering in place.
Staring out the crack, I don’t see anybody. “Hello?”
But there is no response.
I close the door and step out into the hallway, slowly, cautiously, looking left to right. Right to left, aiming the gun in every direction.
At the far end of the corridor, near the stairwell exit, I see a figure, masked in a dark hoodie, staring out the window to the tenant parking lot below.
“Hello?” I yell.
The figure turns in slow motion, and I catch a glimpse of his long face in the bright moonlight spilling in from the high window.