The moon was full and shining through her window, casting a white glow throughout the room; soft whispers of sleep filled the air of the dark house. The wooden boards creaked with the gentle rock of the wind that swayed the trees. Besides the gentle taps of rocks hitting the upstairs window, it was a soothing night.
Clara’s eyes fluttered open, as she sat up in bed. Another rock hit the glass with an impatient thud, and she knew that she hadn’t been imagining, but who would be coming to visit, so late in the night?
