Every day that she went past that creepy old building, she felt violated.
Someone is watching me, she told her folks at home.
Its just your imagination, they replied.
Sometimes she felt they didn’t care enough.
It was not so. They were just busy managing their lives.
One day she saw a face at the window, hidden behind the plants watching her go by.
It was a presence that seemed to know her timings.
She asked them to please investigate that old house.
They laughed and said it had been unoccupied for ages.
She wished they had taken her seriously.
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