The girl in the window. She was always there. Starting, watching. Sometimes I watched her back, confused at why she was there.

The girl in the window. She was always there. She was always there until she wasn’t.

The girl in the window. She was always there. She was always there until she wasn’t. Until she was here. Here in my house.

The girl in the window. She was always there. She was always ...

Only on that day but always on that day. A mask or a face? No one knows. Everyone used to think it was Mr Henley dressed up but he’s dead now. I sat on the couch with my sister, staring at him. My sisters broken arm meant we could trick or treat this year, instead we watched from the window as kids ran through the rain. My sister got up and my eyes followed her as she walked to the toilet. I looke...