The Thing Outside Her Window
Kristina looked out of the window. She squinted her eyes desperately trying to see clearly through the dark night. This was not made easier with the heavy rain splattering on her window. She did this every night. Every night before going to bed, she would eat her dinner, make some herbal tea and stand at the window in her bedroom, staring out of it, cup in hand. She did not do this for no reason of course, but after months and months, it had become a routine.