There she stood outside the window

I can't go close to windows without getting the chills. My curtains are never left drawn, I try to always keep them closed. I would get rid of them entirely if I could but that is not an option. If I am alone in a room I don't even look at the windows, but it wasn't like this before.  I remember it clear as though it were yesterday, sometimes it still scares me.

It was raining really heavily. I sat on my bed staring out of the window. My window was huge almost covering the whole wall, you could see my whole garden through it. I was a fan of windows believe it or not, the reason I chose this room was because of the huge window. I am usually fond of rain too but that day I was really annoyed. I couldn't watch a football match because the electricity supply cut off because of the rain. A bolt of thunder struck, a silver wavy line across the dark velvet sky. Each time a lightning bolt hit, it became as bright as day outside. Though I was still very annoyed, I couldn't help but be mesmerised by the beauty of the scene. My bed was really close to the window. I lay down and closed my eyes, feeling the spray of the rain on my face. My dog, Oliver, started barking very loudly. I opened my eyes, and I saw a shadow. The shadow fell onto my garden, which meant whatever the shadow belonged to was close to my window. I sat up and rubbed my eyes and stared out again. I thought perhaps it was the shadow of the lemon tree in my garden, though I doubted it. Still being the scaredy cat I am. I drew the curtains close. I lay back in my bed and was drifting off to sleep when I hear Oliver howl, not a bark , a proper howl. I jumped out of my bed and went outside. The howls stopped as soon as I stepped out. The silence was even more scary. I looked at the garden and saw nothing, I looked in the garage,in the house but I couldn't find my dog anywhere. I decided to go back in and look for Oliver in the morning instead. I was surprised that my parents hadn't woken up, especially because my dad is a light sleeper and wakes up at the tiniest of sounds. I went over to my window, moved the curtain a bit and looked out and saw the shadow again, I quickly let go of the curtain,it fell back to its place covering the window again. I decided I just needed some sleep

Next morning I woke up early. I went out to see whether Oliver was anywhere. I looked everywhere. This time as it was day time and I wasn't scared as much as last night, I went into my backyard. What I saw scarred me for life. My dog was practically ripped into pieces. I screamed and cried at the same time. My mom took me back inside the house. I felt horrible, I loved my dog couldn't I go see the backyard last night? I thought. Though now that I look back there wasn't much I could've done even if I did go that night. 

The next night too it rained. This time even heavier. I stared outside still filled with remorse. I admired how bright it became whenever the lightning struck the sky. I saw the shadow again but this time I could see more details, it was most probably a girl as she had long hair and was definitely wearing a dress that flowed with the wind  The shadow had a bent back. I kept staring until it disappeared. I shivered 'Who the hell was she?' 'Why was she standing in my front lawn?' 'Did she do something to Oliver?' these questions roamed in my head. The lightning struck again and then I saw her.............

There she stood, outside the window. She had long hair and wore a white dress which was really long and waved with the wind. Her face was wrinkled, her back was bent. She wasn't all bloody neither burnt like you  would see in a movie.Only her fingertips had blood, as though she had ripped something....I didn't want to think who those hands had ripped. She was scarily pale, her eyes were blank and entirely emotionless. I screamed really loudly. My parents rushed in, all I could do was point at the window, which showed nothing but the garden outside. When I explained it to my parents, my dad actually gave it some thought but my mom dismissed it saying it was  because I was shocked over Oliver's death. 

To cool me down my parents agreed to switch rooms for a while. That night I fell asleep quickly. I heard a scream, it was my mom's. I rushed to my room and saw my mom on the ground weeping while my dad calmed her down. She was staring at the window, saying "She was there, she...she." From then my mom believed that supernatural stuff existed. My mom had always thought that it was utter nonsense, but I was sure that this had changed her mind. Though I don't know whether what I saw was something supernatural for sure, but it was surely abnormal.

Experiences change us.We left that house as soon as we could. Its been years, I don't know who she was. But she has left me scarred, I will never own a dog again and I would never the white dress that I own which resembles the one she wore. I doubt I will ever like windows again or the rain. My story, though is not as scary as the movies you watch or the books you read, but when it happens to you in real life you forget all the scary faces in the movies because in those moments none of those seem to be a candle in front of the sun. Those few minutes affected me in a way that nothing else ever has and I doubt ever could. I know there are bigger things that have occurred in people's lives, but for me this was one big blow.