LITTLE GIRL FROM ACROSS THE STREET WAVED AT ME EVERY DAY AND NIGHT – I WAS LEFT BREATHLESS WHEN I WENT TO INSPECT HER HOUSE “Sandy, remember I told you about the strange little girl yesterday? Look, she’s at that window!” I pointed across the street. “I remember. Is she looking at you again?” asked my wife. “Yeah, it’s kind of weird.” “Well, maybe she’s bored and waving her arms?” “It’s like she’s calling me.” “I can imagine. You’ll go up to her and say she called you. What will her parents think?” Sandy replied. “Yeah, I guess I’m just making up nonsense.” I quickly pulled the curtain shut, unease settling in my stomach. That night, I had terrible dreams of the girl’s house, shadows whispering, and woke in a cold sweat. Morning came, and I woke up exhausted. As I finished my tea, I glanced at the window again. The girl was waving, her little hand beckoning me. “That’s it; I’m done with this. I’m going to talk to her parents,” I told Sandy. “She’s starting to scare me. Last night, she waved the same way. What does she want from me?” Determined, I planned how to find her apartment. I rang the doorbell, and when the door swung open, I stopped breathing at the sight before me because