A small girl across the street waved at me every day and night for weeks.

The eerie expression in her eyes persisted in my mind. When I eventually left

Nothing could have prepared me for the devastating reality that awaited me behind that door when I finally got to see who she was.

I used to watch this little kid from my window every evening. She never left her side.

A little girl, no more than five years old, was standing at the window, waving at me with her little hand.

I got chills from the intensity in her eyes as they stared right into mine. Who was she? What was it she wanted me to do?

I looked at Sandy, my wife, who was reading a book while cuddled up on the couch.

“She’s back, darling. The girl I mentioned to you. Sandy raised her head, frowning. “The one who waves at you all the time?”

I nodded with a twinge of regret. Indeed. Something is there. I’m not sure.

There was something in her eyes. She seems to be attempting to communicate with me.

Sandy put her book down and sat down by the window with me. “Oh, Arnie,”

With a gentle touch on my shoulder, she spoke. She might simply be a lonely child. Have you attempted to wave back?

Still staring at the small person across the street, I shook my head.

“No, Sandy, I am unable to express it. There seems to be more to it. As if she were beckoning me.

Sandy tightened her hold on my shoulder. You’re a little frightening me, honey.

A child is merely waving. Please don’t take anything too personally.