Blair huddled under a quilt, her legs tucked underneath her. A steaming mug of coffee in her hands, a splash of Bailey’s added to fortify her.
A wintry wind howled outside her window, whipping the trees into a frenzy. Their brittle, rimed limbs scrapped at her window. She imagined a demon clawing to get in her house, hungry and wanting to devour her.
Cradling the mug in one hand against her chest, she rubbed at her eyes with her other trembling hand. Sleep had evaded her for another night.
She rose to open the door and let in the monster.