The little red head girl tosses and turns in her bed as she hears her next-door neighbor’s door squeaking again. She sighs and takes a quick glance at her clock which reads 4a.m. She notices that once again like clockwork her next-door neighbor’s door squeaks at the same time. She suddenly becomes curious, but also scared as to the reason behind the noise.
Night after night like clockwork she hears her next-door neighbor’s door squeak. She wonders what he or she is doing at that hour. She wasn’t sure who lived next door to her and her mother. She was frightened of the eerie sound, but her curiosity was peaking. The little girl for a split second considered waking up her mother to tell her what she had heard, but her mother was resting so peacefully she decided to let her be, besides what would she tell her? The next-door neighbor’s door is squeaking?
No, no, she could not wake her mother up with such nonsense. After all what did she really hear? So, she decided to go back to sleep. The next morning, she woke-up bright and early to try to catch a glimpse of her next-door neighbor, but she had no luck. The little girl was frustrated, but intrigued even more with each passing minute. Maybe it was her mother’s childhood Nancy Drew books that she was reading that was making her curious; who knows, but what was certain is that she was on a mission to unveil the 4 a.m. mystery.
During breakfast the little girl asked her mother who lived next-door. Her mother told her she did not know who moved into the apartment next door. The sweet curios little red head girl pouted and looked disappointed. The mother noticed her daughter’s disappointment and asked her why the question. The little girl shrugged her shoulders and said, “No reason. We know so little about our neighbors.” Her mother kissed her forehead, and said “Sometimes it’s best.” The little girl did not look too satisfied with her mom’s response. She wanted answers, and she was not going to stop until she unveiled the 4 a.m. mystery.
After breakfast both the mother and daughter rushed out the door. The mother opened their apartment door and said, “Come on, you are going to be late for school.” and as they walked briskly down the hallway the little girl took a quick glance at her neighbor’s door. She immediately noticed a small fishing hook and what appeared to be squid residue on her neighbor’s doormat. She thought…“Fishing? No, way…” Somehow she did not think this was possible. Fishing every day at 4 a.m.? They lived nowhere near open waters. This intrigued her even more. She took another quick glance at the door, as her mother called out to her, “Come on, come on, we are running late moon pie.”
She squealed and said, “Alright, Alright,” and started hopping toward her mother. She rolled her eyes at her mother while putting on her Finding Dory backpack, and just as she finished putting it on— she heard her neighbor open the door. The little girl slowly turned around and stopped dead in her tracks…