She woke up in the night, got up and rushed to the window hoping to see her beloved one outside waiting for her but instead she could only see darkness. Disappointed she laid back to her side on bed while staring at the movement of the thin white curtain as the wind blows softly to the open windows. It is quite a long time since she saw him...heartbroken, she started to cry...tears falling down on her beautiful face.
"I am certain he will come...he will come back for me..." she said to herself. Then she got up, opened the door and walked outside towards the balcony and sat on a rocking chair...patiently waiting for him...
"Did you see that?" said the young boy to his grandfather as they were passing to the abandoned victorian old house. "Did you see in the balcony...the old rocking chair moving back and forth grandpa?"
Grandpa turned his head, adjusted his glasses to get a closer look at the big torn house.
Then he looked down to the young boy and said "Oh, it is just the wind...". "Did someone told you about the tragic death of the young beautiful women who used to live there? "Some people believed the house is haunted..." Grandpa continued.
"Haunted?" asked the young boy as he held his grandfather's hand tighter.
"Well, I will tell you the whole story when we get home..." he said to the young boy. Then the boy and his grandfather continued their evening walk...
