She came back last night. This time there was no need for me to let her in. She was one the other part of the glass door, at the corner of my bed…staring like she used to when I was a child. Something was different. She did not have the same look on her face. Sadness…that’s what it was. Her white night gown was dirty and torn; her teddy-bear was missing an eye and looked like something had been clawing at it. She was weeping… I could see a teardrop going down her face, over the fresh cut she had on her right cheek. There was no sound. She was sobbing heavily but I heard nothing.
She reached out. Her cold hand gave me chills as it was going through my hair and down my face. I could feel the smell of murky water on her skin. I look outside. It wasn’t raining.
I awoke to a letter on the floor where she stood. It was signed Katherine…
I can’t sleep. I’m all drugged up on cold medicine and still my bed feels like it’s sprinkled with breadcrumbs and slithering critters. I kept waking up to weird noises. Last night it rained heavily. A few times I thought there was a little girl in a white night gown scratching on the glass door to my terrace. It was cold outside. I wanted to let her in. She reminded me of the little girl in my grandmothers’ bedroom when I was a child. She was always on the chair in the corner and used to watch me sleep. Her feet wouldn’t touch the ground. She had blond curly hair and always seemed happy to see me. Never spoke….just stared and played with her teddy-bear. God I wish I had a Valium.
