It was a bright night. The moon shown bright, through Peters window. A lady's shadow loomed across Peter's bed. Peter stared as the shadow slowly Moved across the window. The lady moved inch by inch on the windowsill, spreading a cold feeling across the room. Then she moved to the right corner of the window. Then she stopped in her tracks and looked down like there was cute little kitty sleeping. Then she turned to look at the wide bed Peter was hiding in. Then she looked straight and stepped onto the table. Then a police siren flashed and she fell back in a yowl of pain. The scream was bloodcurdling. In the next few moments his mum and dad came running. Peter's head was hot, but cold sweat flowed down his cheek as the remaining night passed. The next night the lady repeated the same routine except when she threw a note. The next morning Peter cautiously reached the parchment an read it. "I'm the death of the moon. I give this note then kill. You have a final chance of 24 hours to vacate this place or... you shall see. P.S:Vacate the house" he whispered. The next hour or two was spent in mum and dad shouting at Peter because he was wanting to already vacate to a new house. Finally that night Peter went to sleep with his Mum and dad. Exactly as midnight struck with a loud crack the lady came. Her eyes were scarlet, her skin was white, her teeth were charred and she had big nails. As Peter stood helpless the lady savagely ate his parents. She was cackling and rarely throwing bones at him. After an hour she turned to look at him. Peter was trembling. "You know, i've always wanted a son" she softly said. "But nobody as silly as you" she said lunging at him. Peter struggled but the lady had swallowed his head whole.