Amy awoke to knocking on her bedroom window. She’d slept poorly since Matt had left her; tonight’s gale-force winds made things worse.
Assuming that the tapping was merely the wind tapping tree branches against her window, Amy nevertheless rose, defiantly throwing back the curtains.
At first – nothing; then a dark shape emerged from the pitch-black night. She could only see its eyes. Then, with a deep unpleasant laugh, it transformed into Matt.
“Let me in, Amy, please,” said Mark. Entranced, she opened the window.
Next morning Amy’s body was found in bed; every organ had been sucked from her body.
Assuming that the tapping was merely the wind tapping tree branches against her window, Amy nevertheless rose, defiantly throwing back the curtains.
At first – nothing; then a dark shape emerged from the pitch-black night. She could only see its eyes. Then, with a deep unpleasant laugh, it transformed into Matt.
“Let me in, Amy, please,” said Mark. Entranced, she opened the window.
Next morning Amy’s body was found in bed; every organ had been sucked from her body.
