On the veranda
Author: Ukari
To say here is far, and to call yonder nearby. Stories on the edge of the every day, strange tales you may or may not be moved by. Strange, curious, fantastic stories told by me, you, him and her. There are many stories but they’re all concluded within a single page, each story around 200 to 1200 characters in length, a short story collection you can easily read. Please enjoy them. Updated every Saturday at 6pm.
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There was a girl on my veranda.
Every night without fail she appeared from somewhere, pressed her forehead against my glass door, and stared at the ground.
I only learnt of her existence just recently. I was returning home late one night, happened to glance up, and noticed someone standing on the veranda. I found it odd and wondered what someone would be doing out there when it was so cold, but when it finally dawned on me that it was my veranda she was standing on, I broke out in a cold sweat.
I knew at a glance that she was dangerous. I suppressed my urge to scream and ran. I prayed that the woman wouldn’t turn around as I was fleeing in terror. I spent the rest of that night at a family restaurant, waiting for morning.
Had she been there every night doing the same thing? While I was sleeping so carefree inside? Thinking about it, I couldn’t stop trembling.
The next day I dragged one of my friends out with me to check. As expected, the woman was there again. My friend, who had laughed at my cowardice, silently allowed me to stay at his place that night.
Of course, I’m looking at moving now .I think I’ll choose an apartment without a veranda.