His gaze strayed to the house next door.
Unlike his, that one had two stories and looked like it was badly in need of a paint job.
+IBw-Oh, that house,+IB0- his agent had said as she showed Harry the one he ended up renting. +IBw-It+IBk-s a bit run down and has been vacant for a few years after the Hendersons died in it.+IB0-
+IBw-Died in it?+IB0- Harry had asked. +IBw-You mean murdered or something?+IB0-
+IBw-Oh, heavens no. I don+IBk-t think so. They were both quite old and I+IBk-ve never heard anything but natural causes. Anyway, it+IBk-s been sold now. I expect someone will start doing renovations or something on it.+IB0-
But that had been a month ago at least when Harry had moved in. And no renovations had taken place that he could see. But this past weekend, he had noticed curtains in the upper floor windows that hadn+IBk-t been there before, and once or twice they+IBk-d fluttered in place as though someone had been peering through them down at him.