In The Window

Across the street from where I live stands an old yellow house. No one lives there and the windows are broken. I walk by the house every school day to get to on the bus.

There's a little girl in the window, she watches me every time I walk by. She never leaves the window; at least I don't think so. She stands with her hands pressed to the window. She has long dark flowing hair and she wears a dress, but I can't tell the color. Where her eyes are supposed to be, there isn't any, it's just sockets. She looks sad, like she doesn't know what to do or where she is.

She's not the only one in the house, there's also a dark spirit. I really do believe he's the one keeping her. I've only seen him once, and that was one day when I was walking by and he was in the living room. He was talking to her, and she turned around and I walked inside my house.

I'm not sure what this little girl's name is, but I do believe she needs help. I've tried to talk to her, but she doesn't say anything. I hope that one day the little girl finds peace, I would love to help her, but I think she's shy.

Maybe one day I'll walk by and not see her. Maybe she'll find a way out of the house, and a way from the window.

Thanks for reading!