Someone Is Watching Me Shower
Language: en
I was in the middle of a shower when I saw it—a face, blurred and distorted, pressed against the bathroom window. That was the third time. When I told my mother, she didn't even look up from her phone. She told me I was being dramatic, that my imagination was getting the best of me. "For heaven's sake, Jade," she’d said, her voice sharp with annoyance. "We’re on the eighth floor. Unless Spider-Man is stalking you, there is nobody out there." The next night, I was back in the shower. The steam was thick, the air heavy with the scent of my eucalyptus body wash. I saw it again. I didn't wait.…