Sitting beside my living room window on an upper floor of the apartment building, I can see most of the parking lot below. It’s full this late at night, everyone is home and probably snug in bed on this cold and dreary evening. The rain that started falling several days ago is still keeping up a gentle drizzle, making the metal bodies of the cars below glisten in the glow of the streetlights.
I look down at the lot, shrouded in rain, mist and shadows, not a soul in sight. And just as I start to look away, something, something indefinite, something shadowy, begins to move.