We used to see Mr Petrov standing at his upstairs parlour window every day, glass in hand that never seemed to empty no matter how many sips he took while he watched over the neighbourhood. Not once in all my life or my parents lives has he ever been outside or away from the window for more than a handful of minutes at a time.
The longest he was ever away for was when his wife was murdered and he left for three hours for her funeral. After that he went straight back to the window, glass in hand only now it's more often empty than full and he's more unkempt in appearance.
It was only a matter of weeks before he took to watching with the lace curtains closed so his body is obscured. We thought that maybe he was hiding just how disheveled he was becoming but after his head fell off, all our theories fell with it until all we knew was that he'd been murdered too.
The knife was still in his back when the police went in, finding him very much dead and strapped to an old sack barrow to keep him upright. If it hadn't been for that we might have found his body sooner and his killer too.
His house was sold last week, somehow that estate agent managed to convince some poor idiot to buy a house whose former owner still hasn't left. He can still be quite clearly seen at the upstairs parlour window watching over the street.
Only now we can only see him at night.
The longest he was ever away for was when his wife was murdered and he left for three hours for her funeral. After that he went straight back to the window, glass in hand only now it's more often empty than full and he's more unkempt in appearance.
It was only a matter of weeks before he took to watching with the lace curtains closed so his body is obscured. We thought that maybe he was hiding just how disheveled he was becoming but after his head fell off, all our theories fell with it until all we knew was that he'd been murdered too.
The knife was still in his back when the police went in, finding him very much dead and strapped to an old sack barrow to keep him upright. If it hadn't been for that we might have found his body sooner and his killer too.
His house was sold last week, somehow that estate agent managed to convince some poor idiot to buy a house whose former owner still hasn't left. He can still be quite clearly seen at the upstairs parlour window watching over the street.
Only now we can only see him at night.
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