When the moon had proudly showed its full face, a little girl wearing a black shirt was running from the backyard of a house. A nosegay was on her hand. A nosegay that she made by herself from plants growing wildly on the garden was colorful as it was arranged with various flowers. The little girl ran towards a house situated not far from the garden where she had picked the flowers. An almost windowless house whose roof was made from a beautiful thatch stood among the mahogany trees growing in a straight line that made them looked like its gate.
As she reached the house, and arrived at the front door of it she moved her hands back and forth. Knocking the door. She stopped a while, waiting a response. But an expected response didn’t seem to come. Repeated knocks were then performed for several time. The girl, then shifted a few steps to her right side. A two-sash window lied in front of of her face.
It looked dusty. It was so dusty that she could write something on it. The girl put her face on the window and pressed her face on it. Flakes of dust flew and adhered on her lips, nose, and forehead. She coughed and sneezed. A tiring and disappointed expression was drawn on her face. She knocked the window, wished that her friend would run from inside and opened the door for her. She knocked it hard. Not only did she knock it, she also called out the name of her friend. She ran to the door again, and she reached the handle of it. She tried to force open the door.
A young couple was sitting in the corner of their family room. The hugged each other in terror. They just moved to the house that she bought in unreasonably cheap price. The man just preparing the dinner while the girl was cleaning the house when they heard a noise from outside the home. The noise that they thought was from a cat of a bird had later scare them to death.