The rain was thick, blanketing the small neighborhood, enclosing it from civilization, shutting it off from everything else; and one woman sat in her room with a puzzle in front of her. She worked at an insanely fast pace - she had been completing puzzles for years, and this one was no exception. The pieces were coming together, and with a slight gasp she realized what the puzzle was. It was her - doing the puzzle she was working on. There was no mistake; she was the one in the puzzle. And there was one piece left. She slowly grabbed the piece and moved it to the open spot that was left in the puzzle. A window - yes, it was a window. Her hand slowly placed down the piece... ... and there was a man. The last thing she heard was the shattering of glass. - a spooky story
