Rear window...

 It’s probably just a shirt someone left hanging from the window frame. Or a tailor’s dummy wearing a dress, full of pins and half made by some dressmaker who’s been unexpectedly called away. It has to be doesn’t it? It can’t be a headless figure standing in the house at the back of mine, late at night, in the dark. Despite what it looks like.

For a minute I feel like Jimmy Stewart in that Hitchcock film as I stare at my neighbour’s rear window.

Jimmy Stewart: “Why should a man leave his house three times on a rainy night with a suitcase and come back three times?”

Grace Kelly: “He likes the way his wife welcomes him home?”

There’s no such thing as ghosts, right? So, if it’s not a shirt or a dummy and it isn’t a ghost then the headless figure theory is pretty much all that’s left.

Just why did that dressmaker leave the house in such haste? Did she welcome her husband home only to decide that he wasn’t welcome at all? Was it her husband? What did she have in her suitcase when she left?

Grace Kelly: A woman never goes anywhere but the hospital without packing makeup, clothes, and jewellery.”

Which is it? A headless man or a headless woman standing in that window? It’s too darn dark to tell and that light behind makes a silhouette out of him or her.

Grace Kelly: What’s he doing? Cleaning house?

Jimmy Stewart: “He’s washing and scrubbing down the bathroom walls.”

It’s probably just a shirt someone left hanging from the window frame… right?