The night was dark and cold, the air crisped and turned to frost as you held the covers tightly over your body.

A low whistle was heard from your corridor, strange. You lived alone. Who was there?

The door to your bedroom slowly opened and there stood a tall, pale woman with dark hair that cascaded down her back.

Jane put an ice cold hand to your closed eyelids, “now sleep…” she mumbled hazily.