THE WINDOW BELOW (WILKINS PULP Book 2)

The apartment across the courtyard has always been empty. No furniture, no movement, nothing to draw attention beyond the fact that it never changes. Over time, it becomes part of the background, just another dark window in a building full of them.
Until one night, the light comes on.
It stays on for thirty-three minutes. No one enters. No one leaves. When it happens again the following week, the timing is the same. After that, it becomes difficult to ignore.
At first, Nathan watches out of curiosity. Then he starts paying closer attention. Because the room is not just lit. It begins to change. Subtle differences appear in the layout. Objects settle into place where there should be none. The space starts to resemble his own apartment, but never exactly, never cleanly, as though something is trying to follow what it sees without fully understanding it.
The more he watches, the less the explanations hold. It is not a reflection. It is not coincidence. And it is not something that stays contained within the room across the courtyard.
When he finally decides to stop watching and see it for himself, the difference becomes impossible to dismiss.
The apartment below is not empty.
It is not separate.
And whatever is inside it is no longer staying there.

A Wilkins Pulp story — short, sharp, and built around a single idea.