you were laying in bed one night, when you heard a tap on your window. you were scared for a split moment, before you saw the eyes outside of it. it was Sally. It was pitch black from your window, and all you could see was her eyes. her hands knocked again, long and boney and dark. You stood up, gently going over to the window and pulling it open, letting the cold wind hit your face and the smell of mildew that Sally always somehow emitted. still, only her glowing eyes visible out in the distance yet her hands right at your window ceil. her body or form never made sense to you...

her hands reached out and one brushed against your cheek, in that awkward but gentle way. like she was trying to be comforting but half failing

"I... heard you crying." she hissed, her voice the same raspy, deep, unemotional whisper is always was. her hand stayed on your cheek, before it just began fidgeting with your collar for who knows why. She was a very, very odd creature but... she cared, you could tell.