Jessie yelped, but he was already out of his seat and heading for the front door. Max yanked it open to the night outside. The rain had stopped, but chilly air swirled in, making Jessie shiver. “Who is it?” she cried. It had to be a person, her rational mind insisted. A creature, a thing, a monster or even an inbred, freakish animal wouldn’t knock like that. It had to be a person. “Is it Freddy?” “Son of a bitch!” Jessie, avoiding the shattered porcelain, went after him, but Max was already on the front porch. By the time she got to the door, he’d pulled on the boots he’d left there the night before. In another half minute he was off the porch and in the front yard, heading for the trees. “You stay here!” “Max, wait! Where are you going?” He jerked a thumb behind him but didn’t turn. “I saw her, Jessie. I told you I saw her!
