“Hannah, stay away. Stay away from DANNY!” “Noooooooooo!” In her panic, Hannah didn’t even realize that the howl came from her own throat. The red eyes glowed brighter in reaction to her scream. The fiery stare burned into her eyes, forcing her to shield her face with both hands. “Hannah—listen to my warning.” The dreadful dry whisper. The whisper of death. The sinewy black finger, outlined in the white porchlight, pointed to her, threatened her again. And again Hannah cried out in a voice hoarse with terror: “Nooooooo!” The dark figure swept closer. Closer. And then the kitchen door swung open, throwing a long rectangle of light over the yard. “Hannah—is that you? What’s going on?” Her father stepped into the light, his features knotted with concern, his eyes peering into the darkness through his square eyeglasses. “Dad—!” Hannah’s voice caught in her throat. “Look out, Dad—he—he—” Hannah pointed. Pointed to empty air. Pointed to the empty rectangle of light from the kitchen door.
