For weeks, a little girl from across the street waved at me, day and night. There was something haunting about the look in her eyes.
I couldn’t ignore the feeling that she was trying to tell me something, and when I finally went to find out who she was, the heartbreaking truth waiting behind that door shook me to my core.
Every evening, I’d notice her—a tiny figure no older than five, standing by her window, always waving at me.
Her intense gaze followed me whenever I passed by, as though she was reaching out. There was something unsettling about it. Who was she? What did she want?
