...she heard her bedroom window slide up on its rails.

Her sweater forgotten, she slowly turned towards the window, fear knotting in her stomach. The drapes were lightly blowing in towards her, but not enough to reveal what was responsible for opening the window. The air was very cold against her bare skin and she could see her breath, which she noticed was coming in short fast gasps.

She put her other arm into the sweater and pulled it the rest of the way on.

“Wh, who’s there?” she said in a nearly inaudible whisper. “What do you want?”

A form began to take shape in one panel of the drapes as if someone had crawled through the window and was behind the drapes. However, when she expected to see legs where the draped ended on the bottom, all she saw was the wall. But still the form was there, there was no mistaking the shape of a body. The shape. There was something telling in the shape of the body however that both relaxed and terrified Amanda at the same time.