Living in New York City, Betsy had seen some things. But nothing could’ve prepared her for what she saw here. It was a woman’s figure, dressed in a long, black gown with a veil. She was more shadow than person, save for two glowing eyes.
Thousands of years old, those eyes had to be. They looked alien, as though they’d come from somewhere and landed here, in Betsy’s home, just to— And then, as suddenly as she appeared, she was gone.