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Years Later

I remember seeing them there, watching me from the small slit in the curtains. I remember watching as they suddenly disappeared from their spot, and I remember seeing them sitting in the same place the next day before disappearing once again. After seeing whoever or whatever that second day, I remember that I went to one of my friends who had lived in the neighbourhood much longer than I had, and asked who lived in the large house across from mine. I just remember her telling me that no one had lived in that house for a few hundred years. I remember the shock. The confusion. I told her that I had seen someone in the house, watching me from a room on the second floor, and I remember seeing the sudden look of fear on her face. She told me that I needed to leave quickly and when I asked why, she quickly began shoving me out of her house and off of her porch all the while muttering quickly under her breath, and I was only able to catch bits of words that came flowing from her mouth in one constant hushed blur.