|Publisher:||Wings ePress, Incorporated|
|Product dimensions:||6.00(w) x 1.25(h) x 9.00(d)|
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Something woke me in the middle of the night. I sat in darkness, listening. First nothing, and then a faint sound. A scratching. I grabbed my electric torch from the table next to the bed and sent the beam flashing in the general direction of the sound. I swept the beam across the room. Nothing there. The beam crossed one of the windows and then I brought it quickly back. There was someone--something--outside the window. I sprang from my bed to get a better look.
The figure outside my window was the grotesque semblance of a man--unnaturally thin, practically a skeleton. The emaciated face pressed hard against the glass, the left cheek flattened and the mouth distorted by the pressure. Its complexion was pale, greenish in hue. Lank black hair hung down, hiding much of the face. The only visible eye, bloodshot and baleful, stared straight at me. Clawlike hands scrabbled at the window, attempting to get in.
I knew what I was seeing was impossible. Beneath that window was a sheer wall, almost thirty feet high. There was no ledge of any kind under the window, or anything else that anyone could stand on. I had checked it once, in an anxious moment. Yet this thing was there, as if it were standing on solid ground.