Disclaimer: The person, places, events and setting in this story is fictitious and comes from the author's imagination. Bold statements indicate the dialogue of the characters.

Made with Canva

Van is a single parent with one daughter. His wife died after giving birth to their daughter named Princess.

She is a 5-year old girl, lovely and caring daughter. She always smiles and makes her dad laugh. Her relationship with her father is unique and special. They have a closeness to each other like a King and Princess.

Tomorrow is Princess' 6th birthday, her father bought a second hand playhouse. Since they are poor, he cannot afford to buy a brand new playhouse.

Note: second hand means it is something that is already used by someone but decided to sell/buy it despite not being brand new.

They are poor financially but full of love emotionally.

Happy birthday to you! Happy birthday to youuu! Happy birthday, happy birthday, happy birthday to you. Van sang while holding his gift and smiling to his daughter. Happy birthday baby, here's my gift. He handed his gift to her and the girl smiled widely at him.

Aww, thank you daddy. She started opening the gift. To her surprise, it is a foldable playhouse. Wow! This is really great, thank you daddy. I love it.

They started setting up the playhouse and building it. It has free toy balls and dolls. Both of them played together for hours but her dad needed to cook something for their dinner. Hey baby, I need to cook our food. You can play alone, right? he asked. Her daughter smiled.

Yes daddy, Amanda is here so don't worry. Princess said while looking at her dad with her big smiley face. Uhhh...who is Amanda, baby? her dad was confused.

Amanda, my playmate. She started humming and entered the playhouse with her doll. Uhh....okay. Just play with Amanda. Although he is confused, he just smiled thinking that she is referring to her doll. He went to the kitchen and started cooking.

He was about 5 minutes in the kitchen when suddenly a disturbing noise in the living room came. It is a sound like something fell. He ran towards the living room. Princess! he shouted in his mind.

He came to the living room but his daughter was not there. He rushed to the playhouse, she's not in there either. His sweat is now flowing on his face, he is nervous.

Then, he saw something in the cabinet. He noticed that someone was staring from the cabinet, inside the cabinet. He started walking towards the cabinet, slowly. When he is going to open it, the door suddenly closes and a loud noise inside distracts him.

Despite being afraid of what is inside, he needs to be brave. His daughter might be inside the cabinet. He held the knob then he opened it...and then he saw a little girl crouching. She is crying.

Oh come on baby, why did you go inside the cabinet? It's okay, it's okay. He approached the girl and tried to carry her.

Amanda! it was Princess' voice, it was from Van's back. He looked on his back and he saw his daughter smiling at him. Dad, she is Amanda.

He looked back inside the cabinet and he saw the smiling creepy face of the little girl, Amanda. Let's play… she said and laughed, a creepy laugh.

Princess also laughed innocently. Van immediately runs towards his daughter and carries her. Where are we going dad? I want to play with Amanda!

We're leaving, baby. Don't play with her! he unintentionally shouted.

Princess was shocked by her dad, she did not understand what was going on. They went outside the house and saw the big and shining moonlight.

And then, a text message came to Van's phone. He read it and was shocked by the message.

Every time that the moon is big and shining brightly, she will come to play in her playhouse. She is a lovely kid and loved by the people. It was 3 years ago when their house burned, her playhouse was the only thing that was mysteriously saved. Her family was suffocated by the smoke and died. Amanda, a 5-year old kid.

It was a text message from the person where he bought a playhouse.

He looked at the window of their home and saw the crying little girl, Amanda.

This is my entry for the weekly prompt of @theinkwell community about #moonlight.

3 columns
2 columns
1 column