You’ve Noticed Now

I started finding notes in my apartment. Not threatening ones. Not warnings.

Just observations. The first one was on my bathroom mirror. “You hesitate before turning the light

on.” I laughed it off. Thought maybe I wrote it half-asleep and forgot.

But I don’t own a marker. A few days later, there was another one.

This time on the fridge. “You check the lock twice but never the window.”

That made me uncomfortable. Because it was true. I searched my apartment. Doors locked. Windows sealed.

No signs of entry. I started covering the notes up. Throwing them away. They kept coming

back. Always new paper. Always new ink. More detailed. “You don’t like