2 A.M. and James was in the kitchen, waiting. The woman refused to appear, even though James was a prime target. The light outside the house had gone out, and the kitchen was totally dark. James faced the blackness, waiting to see her gaze.
He put his head down for a second, and that was when he felt her. She was behind him, eyes boring into his back. A hand curled over his shoulder, though he dared not look. He was mostly scared and too frightened to say anything.