• Once there was this girl who never spoke, and never came outside.
    She was only a little girl. No older than six years old.
    She mostly stayed in her room, she came out about three times a day.
    Sometimes she would grab her chair and put it near the window.
    She always sat near her window, no one understand why she did.
    But the maid, she always notices she was always sitting there when it rained.
    She told the little girls mom and dad but they said she is always fascinated by the rain.
    But the maid didn't know if that is what she was really looking at.
    She wondered and wondered why, why she sat there but never knew.
    And the little girl just sat there and sat til it stopped raining.

    Every time though it seem like she was looking for something.
    The maid thought nothing of it.

    Til one night the maid passed by her room,
    And she saw her on the floor sitting and looking at the window.
    She usually sat in her chair but no, on the floor where
    She can't see out the window.

    The Maid came in and asked the little girl "Is everything all Right?"
    The little girl nodded and turned to the maid,
    And as she turned, the maid got this chill like something bad
    Was going to happen. The Girl spoke, "It has come, to help me. Look at the window."

    The maid didn't know that the young girl could talk.
    But she walked over to the window.
    The maid looked out the window seeing Nothing.
    Nothing.
    Nothing but black. Pitch Black.
    It was too pitch black in fact.
    Not even the light from the room reflecting on the window.
    The maid just kept staring at the window still seeing nothing.

    She turned around, to ask the girl "What do you see? I see nothing...."
    But the girl was gone not in sight.
    The maid didn't know what kind of game she was playing, but just
    had a feeling to look out the window.

    She turn her head towards the window. And right there
    at the window, was a creature, staring right at her.
    Just staring.
    Staring.
    Nothing else.
    Then it just ran away.

    After that moment, she doesn't remember what the creatures looks like.
    Or what it wanted. Nor the girl, the girl without a face, Who spoke of this creature
    like a god, Guardian.

    The parents don't remember having a daughter. So then the maid thought this creature wipes the memories away. Leaving nothing.
    Nothing.
    But the maid remembers. Oh the maid remembers well. But why.
    She thought her memories will fade soon so she wrote it down into the little girls journal.

    The finished writing and then gave it to a stranger on the street. Knowing maybe one day they might discover this creature that has been forgotten, and the little girl too.
    or maybe not.


    And from this day on the maid sits in her room all alone, doesn't say a word, doesn't go out side, and never goes away from the Window.