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.