WhiteNoiseGhost

The bird. That bird. Gabrielle, I called her, after the angel. She has been around ever since I was a kid. To be exact, she appeared during a period in which I was suffering from some nasty infection. Although it wasn't anything too severe, it did manage to keep me bedridden for at least three weeks. All I had to look at were the walls of my room, and occasionally, the dog we owned back then. That is, until Gabrielle appeared to me with her dubious antics. Always outside the window, every evening around nine. It nearly seemed as if she wanted to make sure I'd recover from the illness by checking up on me every evening. But even after I got be