As she had approached the house, she had noticed that it wasn’t as vacant as she thought it one was.
Someone had to had once lived there.
She had brushed that feeling off and had reassured herself that that was her new home and began unpacking her things.
Suddenly a man appeared from the kitchen.
He had a gentle and oddly familiar ora about him.
“You're early.” he had told her.
Thinking that she had never seen this man in her life, she began to argue.
Who was he to say whether or not she was on time?
And on time or what, anyway?
As she began to argue, she began to tilt her head to the left - as she always does.
Then she stopped.
“Grandfather?” she asked.
The man suddenly whisked his head away and began repacking the girls’ things back into her knapsack.
“You’re too early,” he repeated, “but when the time is right, we will be waiting for you here. Now you must go.”
The girl left, bewildered; her grandfather had passed away four years ago.
But she had done what he had said.
And continued running.
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