Short story: That Lonely Window: Part 1

That lonely window:
Light gives shield to the darkness, but what does the darkness give shield to? Someone would says hideous demons and monsters, others say illusions cast out by the mind, either way the dark hides either demonic things from another world; or from inside one's unknowingly twisted psyche.

Part 1:
Everyday I would pass that lonely window. Everyday from my commute home from my place of work, the local pharmacy Jon Marble & Co, I would be forced to walk past a, seemingly, out of time and out of date building that was crafted of bricks that gave me the feeling of unease as if something was unnatural and did not belong. The building was unreasonably tall and, as someone who preferred things to modern,I found the old building hideous; especially when compared to others in the street. Whenever I would walk past this building I would not be able to draw my eyes away, no matter how ill and uneasy it made me feel, the part of the house my eyes would erratically dart to and away from was the single window on the second floor of the house. I would  feel drawn to that window, look then pull myself away; not wanting to invade someone's privacy, nor spy something I was not meant to.
One night on the way home from the pharmacy, I told myself that I would not look at the lonely window. The next thing I remember is meeting the gaze of a young person who was sitting at that window, she waved, I looked away but could not stop myself from taking another glance behind me as I walked past, she was gone.
Everyday when on the commute home the girl would be there waving, like always, I thought it rude not to wave back at her. Every time I saw that girl I would be drawn to her cold dark hazel eyes, they were like spirals, it felt like they were pulling me in. A detailed description of the girl I cannot give as it was always dark out when I would see her at the window, plus, since she was indeed at a window it proved to be quite difficult to see her in detail, the only reason I assume it was a girl was what appeared to be a black dress with red ribbons that, like the house, seemed to be out of date, I did not question this as it seems a lot of people I see and hear of are enjoying more things from the past, I did not understand it but until recently I was never the person to question the things I did not understand.
I was becoming increasingly more and more concerned with my own health and I did not know why, after all it was just a little girl watching me making me uncomfortable. In the days that came later the girl's face seemed like it was becoming contort, she didn't wave anymore. I dared not tell anyone of what I had been seeing on my commutes home, not even my own wife, for the fear of being locked up in the madhouse or being accused of stealing from my work and then losing my job.