So, right, here's a little story of what happened a few days ago. I've even illustrated it! Aren't you lucky~ [[Please excuse the bad drawings, btw. I was on the phone at the time >3>]]
Here is me:
I don't actually look like that. I just have a thing against drawing myself and... never mind. >w>
Right, so that's me. And this, is my next door neighbour Louise:
Okay, okay, she doesn't look like that either. I don't even know if that's her eye colour. I just went for grey cause grey eyes creep me out. D: [[no offence to anyone who has grey eyes out there...]]
Okay, so this story takes place in my bedroom. ..No, not like that! Get your mind out of the gutter. -.-
Now, my bedroom has two windows. One is at the end opposite the door, above my bed, and the other is next to my desk [[aka, right in front of me now.]] So the one next to my desk has a view a little something like this...:
Yeah, you can see why I failed technical drawing. :L
But either way, if you look out of my bedroom window, you can see straight into next doors kitchen, and through this little gap with the side door next to it. Anyways, I used to be fascinated by looking through my window into theirs when I was younger, because they were having a lot of building work done and this was all very exciting for an eleven year old.
So I got into the habit of staring from my window into theirs every morning when I opened the blinds. However, sometimes Louise is in the gap and there are a few seconds of awkward eye contact before I chicken out and scurry away.
However, a few mornings ago, something rather creepy took place.
This is me, opening my blinds:
As the caption states, I suspected nothing. I foolishly thought everything would pan out as usual. It didn't.
I stared out the window for a few seconds, taking in the sight of several people from my school waiting across the road for their friends.
Then my eyes casually travelled down to the gap, as per usual, and I saw... this.
It was the strangest thing I have ever seen. There crouched Louise, next to the pile of recycling she keeps in the gap, clutching a box and glaring at me with such ferocity I thought I might die.
Deciding that today I would not run from this, I looked back. [[Trying not to laugh from the strangeness of her position.]]
She stared back at me.
I grew slightly more uncomfortable.
She continued to stare.
By this point the staring match had been happening for about thirty seconds, and I was starting to get a little creeped out. Louise just continued to glare up, and I decided enough was enough.
Victorious that I had cracked first, Louise put the cardboard box on top of the pile, without breaking eye contact, and then walked through the side door, her gaze locked with mine. The second she had closed the door, I started to laugh. She just looked like Golem, clutching the box, rocking slightly. I could almost hear her going "My precious...." over and over in a raspy voice.
One of the strangest things that's happened to me yet.
~Hannah.
[[PS. Louise isn't actually that bad, she just doesn't smile. Or talk. Or wave. And she does stare from the kitchen window into my room, which is weirder than me looking into the kitchen. I'm just sayin'.]]