She wasn’t in the window.
I was standing on sidewalk in front of the house, probably looking like a total weirdo to the neighbors, scoping out all of the windows for the creepy ghost girl.
No sign yet.
Still wasn’t feeling very reassured as I started the walk toward the house.
A nightmare.
This entire move has been a nightmare.
My dad already ruined his life but now he’s ruining mine too.
Nobody was home, the driveway empty, and I thought about just waiting outside. I could just take a seat on the porch but I was hungry. Downstairs might be fine. I hadn’t seen her downstairs yet, just upstairs in the halls, bathroom, and bedroom.
Heading into the house, I half expected her to be standing there at the entrance, awaiting my arrival. She wasn’t. Th
