The Woman in the Window: A True Story

The Night..

There was once a little girl, with auburn hair and big brown eyes. She was never really frightened of anything... Until she and her mother moved into an old white house. The wooden floors creaked and the sky blue paint peeled of the walls, but those didn't frighten her as much as the windows. The were cracked, the wind whispered, and trees tried to claw their way in.
The little girl and her mother finished unpacking, and settled down. To celebrate, her mother made the girl's favorite dinner and put on Blue's Clues for her. Everything seemed to be ok.
She went upstairs, put on her little Pooh Bear PJs, and went to bed. The little girl looked at her window, watching the crescent moon smile at her as she drifted to sleep...
Wake up....
The girl woke up, heart racing and dried tears on her face. She crawled out of bed and silently went to her mother's room. She opened the door and bright numbers stared at her.
3:17 am
She closed the door and crept back to her room, grabbing her stuffed Tigger on the way. As she rolled herself in her blanket, the little girl looked out the window. She stared in fear and amazement at what she saw. There, in the windowsill, was a lady. She had dark red hair and blue eyes that seemed to shine. She was dressed in a white nightgown that blew with the invisible wind, and a crown of ivy atop her head. The lady stared back at the little girl and smiled, as if to show she meant no harm.
The little girl got up and walked toward the lady. She reached her hand out and the woman took it. Her little hand had pins and needles, and the lady's hand was cold. The woman, bent down her head and kissed the girl's palm, sending goose bumps down her arm. The little girl smiled and nodded her head. But suddenly, the lady looked alarmed, as if something scared her. She let go of the little girl's hand and whispered "Goodbye," in her ear.
The woman then just faded away, like ripples in the water. The little girl sat back down on her bed, suddenly feeling drowsy. She looked at her hand as the ice cold went away. There, in the mix of the lines on her hand, formed a star shaped pattern.
As she fell asleep, she heard a quiet whisper, "Goodnight, my child." The crescent moon looking more and more like the gentle smile of the woman in the window.....

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