The Watcher in Apartment 104 When I first moved into the apartment complex, I was just grateful to have a roof over my head. Apartment 104 was small, musty, and the walls were paper-thin, but the rent was cheap. Too cheap, I realize now. The first thing I noticed was the peephole. Not from the inside, but the outside. A small circle of polished glass, glinting faintly in the hallway light. From within,