Marie had beautiful black hair, and it billowed behind her like a dark cloud every time Samantha pushed her on the swing. Marie was Samantha’s best friend, and they spent hours taking turns, pushing each other on the tire swing in Marie’s huge backyard. Samantha lived right across from Marie, but Samantha’s mom used their yard for planting gross vegetables and some very pretty flowers, so they weren’t allowed to play there. It was good Marie was such a good friend, because Samantha used to be afraid of Marie’s house before Marie moved in. It was a tall house with many windows facing out to the street, and it always made Samantha feel like it was staring at her when she walked home. Marie helps her feel okay about the house now, though she still doesn’t like the way it stares at her.
The day was hot, and Samantha was waiting for Marie to come outside, sitting on her driveway. As she turns her head she does a double -take, looking back at the house. In one of the highest windows there seems to be a cat, sitting as cats do, looking back at her. Samantha squints in confusion, as it seems like a bit of the drapery is covering the cat’s face. Samantha stands and brushes the little bits of rock and dirt off her pants as she steps forward, then looks back up to find the cat, but it’s gone. She soon forgets about it when Marie comes out like a tiny tornado, shrieking about tag and hide and go-seek.
Samantha doesn’t remember the cat until that night. She looks out her window at Marie’s house, and is surprised to see, one window down from where it had been originally, is the cat again. The streetlight makes it easier to see, but it still looks like something is covering the cats face, and it’s sitting completely still. Samantha scrambles to grab her “Mary Kate and Ashley JR. Detective Super Spy Binoculars” and squishes them to her face and searches for the cat but, like this morning it is gone.
School is the next day, and she won’t get to ask Marie about the cat, but as she shoulders her bright pink backpack and waits for her mom to get in the car, she can’t help but look up at the house.
The cat is there, staring down at her. It’s moved again, now on the second floor, the window to the furthest left. She steps forward, trying to see what’s covering its face when her mom honks at her to get in. No sooner has she blinked than it’s gone.
On the car ride back home from school Samantha presses her face against the passenger side window of her mom’s car, looking for the cat. It’s moved to the window to the right, still looking out, completely immobile with something white covering its face. “Mom does Marie have a cat?” she asks, looking back at her mom, who frowns “I dunno dear, you’ll have to ask her this Friday.”
Samantha counts down the days, watching the cat move over windows, getting down to the first floor on Thursday, the window furthest from the door.
Friday finally arrives, and after school Samantha stares at the house. The cat is there, in the window, and clearly visible, sitting in the window next to the door. On its face is a plain white mask… like a person’s face, with cut out eyes, a nose and lips suggested into it. Samantha walks to Marie’s house slowly, and the facecat watches her, its head slowly turning to stay looking at her until she rings the doorbell. Marie’s mom answers with a smile “Can I help you Samantha?” she asks sweetly. Samantha gulps and looks back to the window, the cat gone. Samantha’s throat feels dry as she asks “Um… can. ..we… play on the swing?” Marie’s mom nods and Samantha darts around to the side gate, not daring to go in. Marie is already swinging and laughs happily “You’re here you’re here! It’s your turn!” Samantha smiles in relief that her friend is still there, and hops on the swing as Marie climbs off. The wind feels so nice as she feels Marie’s hands push her higher and higher. She asks over her shoulder “Marie can I ask you something?” Marie laughs “You just did” she says, pushing her again. Samantha goes on “Do you have a cat?” Suddenly Marie stops pushing. Samantha drags her feet on the worn down grass to stop herself “I’m sorry.. it’s just I saw-” She turns and peeks over the tire swing. Staring back at her is the blank white mask lying in the grass.
The tire swing rocks in the breeze as Samantha runs screaming home.
With the help of amandaandsuch