The Morales family’s house had always been a quiet place, a refuge from the hustle and bustle of the outside world. However, in recent weeks, a heavy and oppressive atmosphere had begun to settle in. Clara, their eight-year-old daughter, had stopped being the cheerful girl she used to be. Since they moved, she spent hours sitting by the window in her room, gazing out at the forest that stretched beyond the garden.
At first, Luis and Ana, her parents, thought it was simply the transition to a new home. However, their concern grew with each passing day. Clara seemed trapped in a trance, her gaze fixed on the horizon, as if she were waiting for something or someone. When they tried to ask her what she saw, her answer was always the same: “The girl who talks to me.”
Luis and Ana exchanged worried glances. The little girl spoke of an imaginary friend, but the way she said it unsettled them. Clara described the girl in a white dress who was always standing at the edge of the forest, her dark, deep eyes filled with sadness. “She wants to play,” Clara said, and although her parents tried to discourage her, a sense of despair began to take hold of them.
One night, while Luis and Ana were having dinner, they heard a blood-curdling scream coming from Clara’s room. They both ran upstairs, only to find their daughter sitting on the bed, trembling. “The girl won’t leave me alone! She won’t let me out!” she screamed, tears streaming down her face. Ana hugged her, trying to calm her, while Luis looked out the window, feeling a strange pressure in the air.
In the following days, Clara’s behavior became more erratic. She began to speak in whispers, sometimes laughing out loud and other times crying. Luis and Ana decided to take her to a therapist, but nothing seemed to help. The little girl continued to seek her friend, ignoring her parents’ warnings.
One afternoon, Clara disappeared. Luis and Ana searched frantically throughout the house and garden, but there was no trace of her. Concern turned to panic when they decided to check the forest. The darkness of the place was overwhelming, and every step they took echoed their desperation. Calling her name, there was only silence.
Finally, Luis saw something among the trees: a small figure in a white dress, facing away, looking into the depths of the forest. “Clara!” he shouted, running towards her. But as he got closer, the figure vanished, like a whisper carried away by the wind. His heart raced as he searched in all directions, feeling a presence in the air.
Upon returning home, they found Clara sitting on her bed, as if nothing had happened. “I was playing,” she said with a smile, but her eyes lacked their usual sparkle. Ana felt a chill run down her spine as she noticed that the room was strangely cold. The girl seemed different, as if something within her had changed.
From that day on, Clara became more distant, trapped in a world that only she could see. Her laughter echoed in the house, but there was always an unsettling echo behind it, as if the girl at the window was always present. Luis and Ana tried to confront the situation, talking about their fears, but every effort was in vain.
One night, they decided they could no longer bear it. Luis gathered his courage and went into the forest, determined to confront the girl who had ensnared his daughter. He ventured into the darkness, the fog thickening around him. Deep in the forest, he encountered a terrifying sight: the girl in white, but now her face was a void, an abyss of darkness that seemed to devour everything around her.
“Why don’t you take Clara?” he asked, feeling his voice fade in the oppressive atmosphere. The girl simply smiled, and in that moment, Luis understood the truth. The little girl had made a pact, a dark connection that now bound him and his family.
Upon returning home, he felt that he had changed. Clara was in her room, and although she smiled, there was an air of sadness in her gaze. Ana approached him, but Luis felt an indescribable unease. “Where is the girl?” he asked, and at that moment, he realized that the girl would always be in their house, a shadow in the corner of the room, watching.
Days turned into weeks, and the atmosphere grew heavier. Clara continued to talk about her friend, but now Luis and Ana noticed that every time she did, a part of her essence faded away. One night, when the darkness seemed deeper, Ana heard a whisper saying, “It’s time to play.”
There were no answers, only an empty echo in the room. The connection had been sealed. The girl at the window would never leave, and Clara had become part of that dark game, a mystery that would never be solved. The house filled with laughter and cries, and as the shadows danced in the dim light, Luis and Ana understood that sometimes, the inexplicable was more real than they could imagine.