The girl looked mournfully out the window of the creaky old house, rain pounding the dusty glass. The candle light was the only source emitting light, a graphite pencil and paper sat in front of her on the wooden desk. She boredly sketched around, not really sure of what she was doing. It had been raining for hours, and it came as a surprise to the girl it hadn't flooded.
The girl's dark green eyes focused on what she was drawing. Her long brown hair draped over her shoulders, she constantly had to push it out of her face.
Her pencil tip scratched the paper, a sketchy line appearing on the surface. Something had caught her attention out of the corner of her eye.
She averted her gaze from the paper to stare out the window with a split second of surprise. A strange eerie glow projected from the forest, the figure or object hidden by the trees of the pine forest. She arose from her chair immediately. She leaned forward, her palms pressed against the wood as she stared intently out the window. The rain blocked her sight, as she could not make out what she was seeing. She turned her head to face the door of her room, to the coat hook she had on her wall next to the neatly made bed. The girl let out a breif sigh, she was anxious to know what it was.
She walked swiftly over to hook and snatched the navy blue rain coat. She twisted the door knob, tip-toeing down the hallway. Until she was seen.
Her aunt stepped out from her room with a scolding expression, "Adeline, you are not going outside on this weather" She eyed the rain coat warily. The girl bit her lip, "Fine" She turned around and walked away. She walked away from her aunt with crossed arms, who held a concerned expression.
She shut the door behind her, throwing the coat on the hook. The water resistant material slunk to the floor, yet she didn't bother to pick it up. She was focused greatly on the light source. She peered out the window uneasily, the light had dissapeared. She let out a groan, it was probably just some headlights from the golf cart her neighbors owned.
She tried to convince herself, but knew that the headlights were a pale yellow while the mysterious light was a silvery white. She threw up her hands frustratedly, plopping herself onto the bed. She blew out the fire, the familiar smell of the aftersmoke wafted into the air.
The sheets wrinkled as weight was applied to the mattress beneath her. She pushed herself back, so she was capable of pulling the blankets over her legs. she laid her upper half down, resting her aching head down onto the pillow. She listenned to the rain beating against the window, but only one thing was on her mind.
The strange light.