there is a werewolf looking down at me

This is the way I feel every time I come home late from work. I know it is a bit scary to imagine, but I find it funny, almost reassuring.
On my way home from the metro, I pass the house of an older lady. I have never actually talked to her, or officially met her. I just got a glimpse of her once.
But on the other hand, I know her wolf-man very well.
Every night, he looks out the window, almost waiting for me to come by. He looks down, sometimes I even think he grins..and once I pass he keeps a vigil eye on the street, as if he wanted to look out for me and make sure no weirdos were following me.
Don't know his name, but I secretly wish one day he could jump out of the window and come home with me...but then again, I cannot steal him from the old lady.