Since today is a bank holiday in Germany, I decided to get lost in a Patricia Highsmith novel. So far we have the main character Robert, who stalks a woman, because she seems to be perfectly at ease with her life and the house she lives in:
But the second and third times he had seen her, at two- or three-weeks intervals, he had realized what he liked, and that was the girl´s placid temperament, her obvious affection for her rather ramshackle house, her contentment with her life. All this he could see through the kitchen window.
His pleasure in watching her, he realized, was very much connected with the house. He liked her domesticity, liked to see her take pleasure in putting up curtains and hanging pictures. He liked her best pottering around in the kitchen, which was fortunate, as the kitchen had three windows and all the windows were somewhat shielded by trees that gave him concealment. There was also on the property a small tool house six feet high, plus the broken-down basketball goal at the end of the driveway, which had provided a screen for him once when her boy friend had come up the driveway with his headlights blazing.
Highsmith is the best at creating disturbing characters.