WHY CAN’T I SEE YOU MOTHER
Those words, quiet as a summer breeze yet loud as a hurricane. She crouched under her table, hands clutching her rosary. Muttering prayers under her breath, Mary shook like a leaf in a storm, holding tight to the branch in a vain attempt from being blown away.
MOTHER I CANNOT SEE YOU COME OUT TO ME SO WE CAN PLAY
That large shadow passed the dining room window, interrupting Mary’s prayers and forcing her prone on the floor for fear of being seen. The form paused. It slowly dropped what could only be described as its head down to the window.
Scrambling from beneath the table, the elderly woman crawled into her living room just as the beast’s eye pressed itself to the glass. That eye, glowing like a brilliant star, filled her dining room with light. She knew there were no shadows left inside, nowhere to hide. Another near miss.
WHERE ARE YOU MOTHER I FINALLY HAVE EYES TO SEE YOU WITH WHY WILL YOU NOT JOIN ME
Mary hurried up the nearby stairs, glancing back to see her living room glowing with unnatural light. She whimpered, listening to the noises of the beast moving outside her home. She’d never meant for this to happen. She’d never meant… the window! Mary moved as fast as her frail frame could take her, shaking hand reaching for the cord to the blinds.
She was blinded.
I SEE YOU MOTHER