Diabolic Fiction

...won't you be my neighbor?

"Helen...come here. He's at it again."
Benny Prichard stared out his 2nd story, bedroom window and watched his next-door neighbor dig a hole... no... Benny was sure it wasn't just a hole... it had to be a grave.
"Helen," he whispered as loudly as he could. "Come here. You'll miss it."
Benny pressed his face against the window. He knew that with the light off, his neighbor would not be able to see Benny spying on him.
"Dear?" his wife called. "Where are you? Why do have the damn light off."
"Don't turn the..."
The bedroom light flashed on and the gravedigger's head jerked up to stare fixedly at Benny.
"OH SHIT!!! Turn off the light... TURN OFF THE LIGHT YOU STUPID BITCH!!!"
"How dare you talk to me like that, Benny Prichard! I will not turn off the light... you can do it yourself!" she yelled as she stormed out of the bedroom.
Benny leaped for the light switch but stumbled over a chair, turning on the TV. In his second attempt, he fell sideways and a flailing arm turned on another lamp.
"NONONONONONONO...HE'LL SEE ME!!!!! AAAHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!"

Gordon Montague looked up at his neighbor’s second floor window and thought he saw a strobe-light punctuating a pitiful moaning that echoed from his neighbor's house.
"My God, they're sick people."