Mysterious Woman

by Wendy Karina Castillo Diaz
(Los Angeles)

Red eyes looking back at you

One late, stormy night a man was driving through the rain. He found a house... he knocked and out came an old lady. He asked if she rented rooms. She said no but was grateful to take him in. He asked does any one else live here? She said no. So she took him up to his room and went to sleep.

Later he heard music, old music. There was a little hole he looked through and saw a beautiful young lady. She danced and danced. She had black hair and a black dress but he couldn't see her eyes. So he went back to sleep. The man couldn't stop thinking of the women. So he looked back through the hole. The room was all red.

Later next morning he asked again if someone else lived here. The old lady said at once. My daughter Elizabeth. She had eye problems, her eyes were red. She died. Then the man saw a picture on the furnace. There she was... Elizabeth. And remembered in the room he noticed she was looking back at him.

He got in his car and sped away.