Every night, the girl sits on her window ledge seemingly looking down upon something in her hands. Sometimes I can see her mumbling things to herself then jotting them down. Tonight I have decided I will write her a note and stick it on my window. I decided on a simple message. ‘Hello.’ I placed my paper on the glass and stuck it from behind with tape. I waited impatiently for her to hang up a reply. Hours passed and while completing my daily chores I took a quick glance out the window. A message had appeared on the girls window! ‘Hello, friend,’ it read, giving off an almost ominous feeling. The girl through the window wasn’t moving, she must have been asleep. I stuck up my reply of ‘how are you?’ And headed off to bed hoping for a reply in the morning. When I awoke I promptly, and groggily scampered over to my window ledge to see the reply. The girl hadn’t moved but there was a new reply. ‘Getting hungry again.’ It read. ‘Weird,’ I muttered aloud. I pondered a reply only to decide on ‘What do you like to eat?’ After carefully placing the note on my window I scrambled around my house getting ready for work before leaving for the day. On my way to the car I took a quick glimpse at my neighbour in the window. She was still in the same position, almost as if she hadn’t moved for days. I trudged through the day and eventually made it home filled with excitement to see the neighbours reply. ‘Meat.’ It read. It took me by surprise but I blew it off and hung up my next question. I thought I would get my neighbour to elaborate on the subject so I asked, ‘what kind of meat?’ After placing it on the glass I took a quick trip to the bathroom only to be greeted by a new reply. ‘I would love to have you for dinner, come over,’ I was taken aback by this response but curiosity got the best of me so I slipped on my shoes and went straight over. I peered up at the girl on my way only to find she still hadn’t moved from her spot on the window. I knocked on her front door only to find it wasn’t fully closed and pushed open with my gentle taps. I cautiously stepped into the house and searched for the room with the girl in the window. After checking all the rooms and finding them to be empty only one remained. I pushed open the door and was horrified by what stood before me. The room was cold, like a refrigerator. The girl sat on the window with flesh torn off the outward facing parts of her legs and arms. Some of it was strung up to dry in another part of the room. I began feeling nauseous with the smell and sight of what I was seeing. I emptied the contents of my stomach on the floor by my feet but froze when I heard footsteps behind me. A bloodcurdling voice spoke out. ‘I will be so happy to have you for dinner,’