I remember the first time I heard them. Walking through the house at night. Three am. The lights flooded through the windows.
That was the night the neighbours house burned down.
The following week they found the girl in the river.
I hadn’t thought about it much, not until I was visiting a friend. And I saw the news. Another house burned down.
The same street I grew up on.
“Hey I’m sorry, excuse me.” I said. Stepping over this kid he was babysitting. She just kept looking at the tv. I went into the kitchen and asked them about the house. But they didn’t know anything.
I decided I would drive out and look around.
“Hey what happened to the kid that was here earlier?.”
“The one that was right here.”
Both of them just looked at each other. “We don’t have a kid,man.”
Later that night I was getting ready for bed. Brushing my teeth, I got a cold chill while spitting in the sink. I looked into the mirror and saw the girl sitting on the washer behind me. Her hair was wet.
The power went out just as I looked away.
Wet feet ran through the house.
When the lights came on I couldn’t find anything.