No face....

Date: 9/27/2019

Woke up to unsettling silence....eerily calm and the air seemed almost stale and still. I scanned the room and got out of bed checking to see that everything was still in its place. I hear it. It’s subtle at first. But grows. It’s coming from the window. Like tiny rocks are being thrown at it. I made my way to the window and looked down into the yard....in the darkness I could make out a women standing staring up at me. I can’t make out her face but she always motions for me to join her. Why does she visit me so often. What does she want. Why is she a constant. I make my way downstairs and towards the backdoor. I open it and she’s now in the field behind the house. I yell out to her, trying to get her to stay still long enough for me to catch up to her. But the harder I run, the more she gets distant and further from me. She keeps motioning for me to be with her....holding out her hands as if she wants to be held and helped yet I cannot get close enough. I stop....sweating and panting from the constant chase.... I finally reside myself to the fact that I cannot catch this unknown, this mystery. I put my head down and start walking back, making sure not to look back and keep moving forward. I turn and and yell out anger.....she’s gone. I walk back into my home, tired, frustrated, defeated. I make my way up the stairs, feels like I’ve got weights on my feet, dragging them up each step. I get into my bedroom, turn off the lights, my eyes being to shut.....and just before I fall asleep the knocking at my window again.....