There's a girl inside my house.

She pops up in weird, crazy places. In my bathtub, in my bed, in my sink, in my dresser even. She just stares at me, looking, as if she is angry at me, like she's ready to murder somebody. She never speaks a word, but you know she's always somewhere. Walking by, when you catch her somewhere a little girl shouldn't be. I don't think she ever blinks.

Of course, she can't be a real little girl. She's never there when I call somebody, she never eats or sleep that I see, and doesn't reply when I talk to her. She's not a ghost though, she's solid, she's real. She's something underworld-ish, maybe some other creation that was a flaw in the Devil's eyes. I can never be sure of what or who she is.

She's just a creepy little girl in my house.