[ WP ] A child cries in bed and his father checks on him . The child says they heard a noise . As the father walks towards the closet , the child says , `` No , out there '' and points through their window , at the night sky .

`` Really Daddy, I heard something, scratching at the window!'' little Alex cried, pointing at the bedroom window from where he cowered under his blankets. 
 
 Ian rubbed his tired eyes; it was three in the morning, they both should have been sleeping. He did n't want to deal with this. Not now. Not after the week they both'd had. All the same, his son did n't seem like he was going back to sleep any time soon, not until his fears were assuaged, at any rate. Ian walked over to the window and peered out into the back garden. The sky was dark, not a star in sight, nor was even a sliver of moon visible against the velvety black. It was had been raining all night and the clouds were still thick. The yard was dark and the only light came from what filtered throuh Alex's bedroom curtains. Despite this, Ian could still spot the source of the scratching noises. Sandra, his wife and Alex's mother, was standing just a few feet from the window. 
 
 Upon seeing him standing in the window, she started scrabbling at the sill and the frame, trying to open the window. When she could n't, she stared pleadingly into her husband's eyes. It was freezing outside, the rain was starting to come down again, and she was soaked to the bone. Ian stared back at her and the minutes stretched on for what felt like ages. Then Alex spoke again, his little voice breaking the trance. 
 
 `` Daddy, what's out there?'' 
 
 Ian shook himself, then drew the curtains closed. `` Come on Buddy,'' he said as he turned around and picked his son up, `` You can sleep in my room tonight.'' Alex was more than happy with this offer. He clung happily to his father as Ian carried him to his room and tucked him in. The television that sat on top of his dresser did n't get cable, so he put in one of Alex's favourite DVDs. The little boy dropped off to sleep within minutes. That was good; Ian could hear Sandra scratching at his window now, still trying desperatly to get into the house. 
 
 He was n't going to be sleeping that night, not while knowing she was out there. Instead, he'd be up the rest of the night, waiting for dawn and the rising of the sun. He'd take Alex to his mother's house down the street, and then he'd go pay Sandra a visit. This could n't keep happening. It had been a week. She could n't keep coming back like this. Sooner or later Alex would realize what was happening. 
 
 *I should have buried her at a crossroads*, Ian thought as he settled deeper into the pillows and tried to ignore the scratching. He knew what the risks would be after that damned cat had jumped over Sandra's body. His father had insisted that they cut her head off to be safe, but Ian could n't bear the thought of doing that to her. She had been the love of his life and the mother of his child. Besides, the legends were just legends. That's what he had told himself. The stories were just stories and the dead did n't come back. 
 
 Well, he was wrong. Sandra had come back, and when morning came, he'd have to deal with her.
