Ev took a few steps back, another thud resounded upstairs. This one shook the ceiling. Pen stood and sidled over to Evelyn, “I think we should go, Ev. My car’s right outside, we’ll call Joe and tell him something fishy was going on.â€? Ev nodded, her eyes glued to the window. Whoever it was had stopped drawing hearts and had begun blowing continuous fog against the glass, only to smear it away with a palm. The two women stood in silence, their eyes following the unseen hand.

A low chuckle started upstairs, just as a wailing cry began on the other side of the window. The fog increased, making the window completely opaque, until it was smeared again. This time, the window was stained red, a snarling, inhuman set of eyes peering in through the bloody tint of the glass.

Both of them screamed at once, turning to run as it began tapping on the window. A series of banging noises from upstairs left them one other option, the library attached to the living room. They scurried toward its doors as the glass shattered.