The creepy girl next door, she keeps showing up in your dreams. Something about her seems so familiar. She stares at you when you run into each other outside of your building. You both quietly ascend the stairway, and her footsteps seem too quiet…her walk is completely synced with yours. You reach your opposing doors at the same time, and without a word, you reach for your keys. She reaches for her skirt, lifting it just high enough for you to catch a glimpse of her bare hip, the crest of her cunt just out of reach. She finds the keys in her skirt pocket, opening the door and disappearing inside.

That night, she returns in your dreams…spreading herself before you, with that same empty stare~
How is it so hard to look away?