It was a dark and somewhat stormy night. Due to the high winds from the storm, presumably a tree branch kept tapping against your bedroom window, effectively keeping you awake.

Eventually the tapping died down, and it became eerily quiet all throughout your house.

Suddenly, your window opened and a stoic woman entered your room. She looked down at you, her fangs slightly glowing in the moonlight.

“I was knocking on your window. It’s common curtesy to let me in, but yet you didn’t...”