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up at the bedroom windows. Although Eden couldn’t see properly, because of the gloom, she formed the impression that its head turned sharply from side to side as he searched the house frontage. For what? A way in? She moved back slightly so she was peering past the curtain, suddenly concerned that this strange entity might see her. The notion sent a shiver through her stomach. He wants to get inside. There was something distinctly odd about his movements. He didn’t walk in a normal way. Shadow-man moved in a series of sudden, ultra-quick darts.
    There, in the moonlight, a pair of silver lights. A split-second later Eden realised that they were a pair of eyes that stared in her direction. ‘Oh, my God, he’s seen me.’ Eden recoiled back into the bedroom and her right heel slammed into the leg of the bed. Even as she grunted with pain she heard the noises again. This time they were preceded by a thump. Her imagination supplied the image of the stranger slamming his face against the edge of the front door, so eager was he to draw the scents of the house through the joints in the timbers, and suck them deep into his gaping nostrils. The snorting came even louder. The odours excited the trespasser. He found them as irresistible as a dog must find the musk of a bitch on heat. The rasp echoed up the staircase of the old house, then it raced into her bedroom as if to hunt her down.
    Eden put her hands over her ears. If I don’t hear it, it can’t get me... The thought darted from some part of her mind that still responded as a child. As she heard that snorting all those childhood fears of the dark came loping back. When the sound of nails being dragged down the door’s woodwork joined the snorting, she screamed.
    ‘Heather! Curtis! There’s somebody trying to get into the house!’
    She blundered toward the bedroom door. At that instant, she didn’t want to put on the light. For it would become a guiding beacon for the intruder. No way in a million years would she signal which room for him to run to first. For what seemed like entire minutes, rather than seconds, she staggered along the landing in the dark, her hands feeling their way along. All the time, the sound of snorting - nothing less than a mauling of her nerves.
    Then, when she was outside her aunt’s bedroom, she slid her hands over the wall, trying to find the light switch. Eventually she chanced upon it and her fingers pressed the switch down. Light sprang all around her, blinding her. Squinting against its brilliance, she pounded on the door.
    ‘Heather. Wake up! There’s a man outside! He’s trying to get in!’
    ‘What!’ Curtis swung open the door. His long gray hair stood out from his head in a spray of silver.
    ‘What is it, Curtis?’ Heather sounded only half-awake.
    ‘It’s Eden. She says - ’
    Eden interrupted, ‘Hurry! He’s trying to break the front door!’
    This cut through the fog of sleep. Curtis’s eyes were suddenly sharply awake. ‘Wait here.’ He padded swiftly along the corridor. When he spoke again it was in a whisper. ‘Don’t switch on the stairs’ light. The front door’s glass. I don’t want him to see me.’
    Despite him telling them to stay, Heather brushed past Eden to follow her husband. Eden didn’t think twice. She stayed close to Heather as they padded down the stairs.
    ‘What’s that awful sound?’ Heather asked.
    ‘For some reason the man’s smelling at door - like he’s trying to get the scent of the house.’
    ‘What on Earth for? That’s a crazy thing to - ’
    From the foot of the stairs Curtis shushed them. He reached for the shepherd’s crook that stood in a hallstand along with ornamental walking sticks. Once he’d armed himself he took two stealthy paces along the hallway toward the door.
    Heather gasped. ‘Oh my God, look at that!’
    Eden followed Heather’s pointing finger. The moment she saw what Heather indicated a deluge of ice cold shivers cascaded down her spine. Slowly,