The rusty window cries out a small creak as the lace clad figure slips through the window. The dark silhouette contrasting strongly with the pale yellow moon. The window creaked closed.

“Hmm,” The figure takes two graceful steps towards your bed and runs a frigid hand down your face, before grasping your throat gently.

She leans over your bed, whispering in your ear. “I know you’re awake, cherí.”