User:TheColdestNight

Blue Eyes
​    When I was nine years old, my neighbor's daughter passed away. From what I had heard, she had drowned in the small stream in the ravine that spread across both of our houses. Said steam leads into my backyard, and it's current is strong enough to carry a young child away; I lost one of my favorite toys in that stream once. The girl was about six years old and quite tiny for her age. I could see her bedroom window from my house, and I usually waved to her when I saw her. We would play together when I was not with my mother, which was only on weekends. ​    I went over to play with the girl one day, and she was not there. "Where did the little girl who lived over here go?" I asked to her parents. I remember them looking at the ground sadly when I asked them that. "She decided to live somewhere better." The former mother said. I knew, even at my tender age, that the girl had died. "How did she pass?" I asked, tears threatening to leak out of my eyes. "She was playing near that stream at the back of the house," the husband said morosely. "When she fell in." "Oh." I did not know how to handle death at that time, so I just walked back to my house. ​    That night, I stared out of my third floor bedroom window until I could barely keep my eyelids up. When I was going back to bed, I saw her. She was looking at me. She slowly waved to me. Upon closer inspection, she was wearing a white dress seemingly drenched with water; she held a dripping red ball in her left hand. I waved back and motioned to my bed, but that elicited to response from the girl. I got back into bed before looking at the window a second time. The girl was nowhere in sight. ​    It has been about four years since that incident. When I walk down the street, I can sometimes see her looking through that same window. The strangest thing is that she doesn't wave anymore; she just stares at me with those pale blue eyes.