Seven-year-old Lucy got out of bed and crept across her room to the window. It was 3:00 am and she didn't want to wake her parents.
She pulled one of the curtains open, just enough to see the front garden. He was still there.
The snowman she had built with Jessica and Amy that afternoon.
Jess had given him a stubby Chantenay carrot for a nose. Amy had used some bark chippings to make a toothy smile, but before they could give him eyes, it had started to snow - heavily.
Now, he had eyes... and they were watching Lucy.