Drabble: Horror

“Daddy, she’s at the window again.”

I open my eyes to see Arty standing next to my bed.  He points to the window behind me and I lift my head to look.  There is a dark figure sitting at the window, watching the snow fall outside.

I open my eyes.  It was just a dream.  Arty isn’t in the room, and the figure at the window…

I roll over.  She’s there, sitting at the window.  She begins to turn to me.

I open my eyes.  Just a dream.  But I can feel her eyes on me, watching.  I roll over…