summer at grandma's, evening, dark. You walk along the road, look back to see the moon, but you see a tall dark silhouette walking under a distant lantern. You're not paying attention to it. After dinner and a shower, you go to a soft, pleasant bed... You can hear something clinging to that horrible nail sticking out of the fence outside the window...Maybe a cat? Is the branch caught? You don't want to think about it. You fall asleep quickly, but you hear the window creak. It must be the wind.