It was an average Wednesday when it all happened. A woman named Kate drank her fifth cup of coffee, while her neighbour watched the same movie he had seen about, wow, twenty times now. He had nothing else to do anyway.
Above him lived an old, widowed woman who was very energetic for her age, seventy next month, actually.
Across the street from the old lady lived Mei Lin. She was a girl of twelve years old, usually kind, sometimes grim, but an average person altogether.
An average day (emphasis on day), in an average street, where an average girl lived.
But at night?
Eh.
Not so average.
YOU ARE READING
Don't Look At The Moon.
Short StoryDon't Look. *look at it* Don't listen to the voices. Don't Look. Don't look at the moon. This story is really short because it was more of an idea. You're free to build upon it.
