Years ago while we are playing outside of that abandoned house. I noticed that someone is watching a girl in white dress, they said that there's a child trapped inside that house when the fire broke out, I can't see her face clearly as she stared at us while playing around the house. The next day she opened the window again there's a sketch pad, I think she's drawing a bird but I didn't pay much attention to it. each day we always shouting the word "ghost. Now that I'm an adult one of my friends from that time, shared a news about the girl in the window died, as far as I remember that she's the girl we called the ghost face, and again we visited the house and her window has been closed for a long time. I sneak inside the house I felt the urge to check things out on what kind of scenery does she looking at? and why was she looking through her window, and those words we yelled at her. Didn't they reach her at all? when I try to look at the same window it feels like a peaceful view, one has to lean out of the window to be able to see the spot we used to yell from, what's interesting is that the bird and the nest, then there's a mirror then I stumbled on a sketch pad I saw the drawings and she even sketched out our faces, finally I understand there's a thought that even after she closed the window she was still looking at us, and on that day it's also the first time I found myself shedding my first tears for her..


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