The Window

"Mom...", the little boy says as he stares out the window.

"Yes, Gwen?" as the lady continues cooking dinner.

"Why so many people outside our house? Are we having a party?"

Curious, the woman looked outside her window. Strangely.. there was no one there.

"Gwen, stop playing around. Now sit back down so that I don't have to watch you every few seconds."

Gwen was somehow.. half inside the house and half outside dangling in midair as if... someone was pulling him through.

"But Mom... the lady wants me to go with her. She says that she has something important to give me... "

The lady, not looking up from the broth she was brewing says, "Gwen, stop it. It's not funny! ... Gwen?"

Finally, after 1 whole long minute, she noticed that Gwen hadn't replied to her, hadn't spoke at all.

"Gwen...?"

The surprised mother turned from her broth and looked at the chair where Gwen sits... where he was suppose to sit in. She went over to his chair and looked out the window. It was pitch black.

"Gwen? Gwen, answer Mommy!"

Scared, the mother stared out the window... the same way Gwen was facing and staring out the window earlier.... and she saw something that made her scream.. that made her scream as loud as she can while she was being absorbed by hands outside the window... trying to fight the strong hands that held her... but she knew that it was useless...

The broth was ruined.