DEAD GIRL RISING

The full moon bathed her path in silver light, illuminating the way better than most nights. Comforted by its glow, she felt a bond with the moon, always watching over her, guiding her through the darkness, unlike the sun, which just burned her fair skin.

Elise dropped something, and as she bent down to pick it up, in the view from her bedroom window there was a large figure with no face standing in the middle of the street below. Elise stood up straight again, turned off the light, and left the bedroom while continuing her phone conversation. The figure was gone. Must have been a trick of the eye.