The girl had a vivid imagination. Close-eyed or open-eyed, she could always imagine the characters she gave life to. The visions were crystal clear, and the characters always looked lifelike. Not like those numbers that danced around and were ever so fuzzy.
She enjoyed the entire process, start to end. She would create her stories with such passion that it would seem like a perfect screenplay for direction. ‘One day, maybe one day,’ she thought.
But one day, she saw one of her characters stand next to her with a smile on its face. A smile that was friendly yet had a sense of eeriness around it.
Was it her vivid imagination or something else? The questions remain to date.