The second she stepped out of her bedroom, it was upon her. The figure was no longer masked. It looked at her, and its face was that of a beautiful woman with copper hair and brown eyes. Though lovely, there was something wrong.
Something alien, something giving the woman an expression of reptilian intelligence. The woman clasped two strong, icy cold hands on either side of Betsy’s face. She stared into Betsy’s eyes, causing them to go white.