The Woman in the Window

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Chapter 50

“Stitch Mouth. Balloon Girl.”


What is it?

“The witch is trying to get to me through my mother. I have to keep my door locked all the time, and even then, I can still hear her trying to open it at times. She’s been humming the witch’s songs. She’s been trying to fatten me up. And now she’s dreaming about being in the witch’s house and eating me there. But I don’t think she even knows what she’s doing. It’s like she’s not herself.”

“How long has this been happening?” Stitch Mouth asked, sounding very much like a nurse concerned over symptoms.

“I’m not really sure. Maybe the whole time. But it’s getting worse. I don’t know what to do. I can’t hurt my own mom, but I’m afraid that she’s going to hurt me.”

We have to convince her to fight back. We have to convince her the witch is real.

“Well, that’s never going to happen,” I said. “Any other ideas?”

“Balloon Girl is right. We have to convince her the witch is real.”

It’s the only way. If she does not believe, then the tentacles of the witch will reach deeper and deeper. She has to be the one to fight back. It won’t take much. The witch is weakest in this world.

“Okay, but how do I do that? Every time I bring the witch up my mom wants to take me to the mental hospital. Today, I even mentioned you two. She wanted to drive me to the hospital immediately. Big surprise, right?”

“You mentioned us?” Stitch Mouth was flattered.

Balloon Girl brushed her skull with a bone hand. Did you tell her how beautiful we were?

I laughed. “No, I can’t say I described you at all.”

“But you can’t tell her because she won’t believe you,” Stitch Mouth cautioned.

“I already said that.”

“Which is why you’re not the one who is going to.”

“Who will? You two?”

Stitch Mouth decorated her smile with a wink.

This is going to be fun!

If there had been food in my mouth, I would have choked on it. If I had been drinking something, it probably would have shot out through my nose. “Yeah, um, no. That’s definitely not going to happen.”

“Why not?”

“For obvious reasons.” I held my hands out to the both of them, displaying the blatancy of why not.

Oh, Sarah, don’t you see? This will be fun.

The idea was ridiculous and nerve-wracking. I couldn’t help but laugh. “If you say so.”

Stitch Mouth jabbed a finger into my ribs. “I do. And so does Balloon Girl.”

I shied away from her pokes. “Well, I guess it can’t make anything that much worse. If anything, she’ll just think it’s another crazy dream.”

A crazy dream with two very intelligent, very beautiful, little girls. With one being two months older than the other.

Stitch Mouth opened the simple door of my bedroom. The hallway ended at my mother’s bedroom. No chalk necessary.

My mom was about to get the shock of her life.

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