*Tap…tap…tap*. Jenny’s eyes wearily opened and surveyed the bedroom. *Tap...tap…tap*. They darted to the window above her head. She felt her heart begin to pound in her chest.
Her palms became slick with sweat as fear crept into her body. A finger lingered on the other side of the glass. *Tap…Tap…Tap*.
She forced her eyes away from the window and to her sister’s bed. Amy was still sound asleep. *Tap*...Jenny wanted to call out to her, but her body refused to respond. *Tap*...
Jenny squeezed her eyes tight and tried hard not to cry. She took a deep breath…*tap*…and opened them.
A face stared down at her from the window. Her sister’s face. Jenny shot up to the window, “YOU ASSHOLE!” Then an uneasy realization washed over her.
She glanced behind her and saw Amy’s familiar shape lying in bed. When she turned back to the window she noticed the hand holding Amy’s disembodied head.