A Face in the Window
A stormy night and a strange face
Two days later, a big came to Pine Street.
The was falling hard against my bedroom window.
The wind was blowing, and the trees were shaking.
I was reading a book alone in my room.
The lights were flickering because of the strong .
Suddenly, I felt that someone was watching me.
I slowly turned my head toward the dark window.
A face was looking at me through the .
It was a girl, maybe the same age as me.
Her eyes were sad, and her hair was wet.
I could not move, and I could not .
My whole body was shaking with and cold.
I blinked once, and then the face was gone.
Only the was running down the dark .
My hands were trembling as I grabbed my phone.
I called my best friend, Aya, right away.
"I am so ," I said in a small voice.
"There was a face in my window," I told her.
Aya said, "Maybe you are just seeing the ."
But I knew the difference between and a face.
We talked until my heart was beating slowly again.
After the call, I kept the curtains fully closed.
Who was that sad girl standing in the ?
And why was she looking straight into my room?