![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() Still halfway across the room she didn't go any closer. A loud tapping followed by a scraping sound. Dryden, smiling and shaking his head, held back the curtain with one hand and pointed outside with the other. "What is it?" She took a few hesitant steps toward the window. "What?" She tugged at her tangles of blond hair with both hands. She wanted to run, run from the room, run from the house. Melissa backed up and bumped into her bed table. Didn't he ever stop to think about the danger? "No, Dad, wait - " He was always so reckless. Melissa tried to stop him, but he plunged ahead toward the window. He shook his head as if trying to wake himself up, then pulled the belt on his flannel bathrobe tighter. He must not have had time to find his glasses in the dark. "Someone is out there," she managed to say. She ran to him, ran behind him for protection, and pointed to the window. Breathing hard, trying to choke back her panic, she tugged herself free and stumbled toward the door - just as her father burst in. She started to scramble out of bed, but her legs were tangled in the bed sheet. She screamed again as the noise at the bedroom window grew louder. Still half asleep, she felt the fear fall over her like a suffocating blanket. Melissa Dryden sat up in bed and screamed. ![]()
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