LITTLE GIRL FROM ACROSS THE STREET WAVED AT ME EVERY DAY AND NIGHT – ONE DAY, 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 just 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 would 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 and shadows whispering, and I woke up in a cold sweat. Morning came, and I felt 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 almost fell. ⬇️

Every Day the Little Girl Across the Street Waved – What I Found Left Me Speechless One evening, Jim turned to Sandy, his wife who was engrossed in her book, …

LITTLE GIRL FROM ACROSS THE STREET WAVED AT ME EVERY DAY AND NIGHT – ONE DAY, 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 just 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 would 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 and shadows whispering, and I woke up in a cold sweat. Morning came, and I felt 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 almost fell. ⬇️ Read More