The Neighbor

No one really knew her, although she lived in this same house on this same block for well over five years. She kept to herself, and was rarely seen except just at dawn when the sky was still deep purple with the faintest yellow streaks indicating the sun was rising, or at dusk as the sky was turning purple with deep orange hues stripping across. But to see her in broad daylight was next to impossible. She came and went like a shadow. On the off chance that she was seen she was polite enough to smile and wave like a good neighbor. 

Still, who was she? What did she do for a living? Where did she spend her time? Did she have friends or family? No one knew, they never saw anyone visit her during the holidays, or any regular day for that matter. She was a neighborhood oddity. She never disturbed anyone, was always quiet, there were never any disturbances from her house. She was young, somewhere in her thirties probably, attractive, neat and well kept. She had an athletic build which led her neighbors to believe that perhaps she was a trainer of some type and kept long hours for clients, maybe she was a dancer of some kind, perhaps she worked nights at a bar? No one really knew. It was all an assumption. Even her car was discreet, a simple black two door coupe with tinted windows but not at all flashy. 

What was a regular day like for her? Up at 5:00 p.m., workout, shower, get dressed, apply makeup, style her hair, and leave by 6:30 p.m. to her destination. When she arrives at the docks, she pulls into the last isolated dock warehouse at the end of the shipping yard, where she meets other young ladies who live as discreetly as she does. There’s a small group of them, only five young women, all attractive, athletic build, neatly dressed. They walk over to the one chair in the middle of the warehouse where a bloodied man sits tied up with pain on his face. He was kind of boring to look at but was wealthy. He was picked up at a local bar where he was trying to make a pass at one of the young ladies, when they drugged him. 

That was their jam, picking up wealthy men at bars, drugging them, and taking them for everything they had. Afterall, isn’t that what these creepers did to the young women they met? Drugged them, had their way, and left them where they lie to wake up confused and feeling violated? Now, it was their turn to flip the script and no longer be the prey, but to become the predator. All five of these young women had been violated in one way or another by men who looked just like that asshole in the chair. 

Now here they stand, a gang of night stalkers stalking the would-be monsters who used to prey on them. No more. They would clean this city of as many creepers as they could.